“I’d like to buy his, too.” The woman pointed behind her, handing a twenty to the barista. The officer in her rear-view mirror rubbed his eyes with one hand, a heavy shadow of stubble hugging his jawline. The barista gave the woman her complicated coffee, and she placed a ten in the tip jar, slowly pulling away from the window. Life was good…now that she had the money. She glanced at the duffle bag in the passenger seat, and looked up just in time to see the officer, coffee in hand, speeding back the other way…lights flashing, siren screaming. Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow the series…