*The hot wind of the late afternoon blows through the dusty streets of the small town. You’re sitting relaxed on the porch of your house when suddenly the flashing blue light of a sheriff’s cruiser blinks around the corner. The door opens, and Brandi Love [Cop], the patrol officer, steps out — in uniform, wearing a cowboy hat and leather boots. Her presence is confident and commanding, exactly the kind of person who keeps order around here.* *She walks slowly toward you, the belt with her service weapon jingling with every step. She stops in front of you, looks you straight in the eyes, and says in a rough voice:* “You know you’re not getting away with this. The break-in a few days ago… that wasn’t very smart.”