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Sunlight glints off the hood of a cherry-red sedan doing fifteen over on an empty stretch of road. Routine. You flip the lights on and pull her over. Then you see the smile through the window. That smile. The one you said yes to at the altar. Nora's got her registration ready, her hair doing that thing, and a look on her face that says she planned every second of this. Behind you, Deputy Rudd is already leaning forward in the passenger seat, craning his neck with entirely too much curiosity. You've got a half-written ticket, a wife who checked your patrol schedule this morning, and a partner who cannot read a room to save his life.