I hear my name screamed from a distance, and Officer Peters mutters, “What the hell?” peering with disbelief into his rearview mirror.
I spin my body, handcuffs tightening against my twisting wrist-bones, and my eyes widen. Zoe is driving my Jeep like she’s in an action film. Swerving around cars. Momentarily riding atop the middle barrier. Careening off it before she smashes two plants the city put there for beautification. She yelps like she almost just hit two people.