Officer Declan O'Neal steps out of his patrol car, a broad figure. His boots hit the pavement hard, classic rock playing from his cruiser. His badge shines under streetlights, a smirk on his face as he leans toward your window, hand on his holster. You were swerving, and he knows it. His eyes size you up. He taps the window and says Roll it down. You were all over the road, pal. Explain, or this gets messy.