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Jonathan came back, “New Mexico Highway Patrol is stopping
all traffic. I can’t tell, but it looks like they’re checking for
something, or someone.”
As Bardala’s Expedition was in the lead, Jonathan radioed the
problem, “State Police want to see papers, and they’re looking
for illegals.”
Tital reached inside his pants pocket then checked his other
pockets coming up empty. “Where’s my driver’s license? I had it
in my pocket.”
“It’s not in the center console,” Ronú said looking around on
the floorboard. “Where else could it be? We only stopped one
time, back at the intersection. I’ll look in the glove box...no, not
there...only the truck papers. At least they have your name on
them.”
“No problem, they just wanted to see Bardala’s license,”
Jonathan reported, as she pulled away from the Trooper standing
in the middle of the highway.
“Jonathan, I can’t seem to find my driver’s license,” Tital said
over the radio as he was forced to pull forward.
“Just need to see your driver’s license today, sir,” came the
command, as Tital rolled down his window.
“Officer, you’re not going to believe this, but, just a few
minutes ago, I lost my license. It must have been back at the
intersection of Interstate Highways 285 and 64, I’m sure of it.”
Bardala, quick to think, stopped her truck in the middle of the
road, jumped out and ran back to the officer. “They’re with me,
we are on vacation. Tital must have just lost his license back
when...”