. Her car screeched into the open parking space, forcing dust and mud into the air, partially blinding her. There was no free space for her to use. Next to a Mahindra in the corner, she squiggled her Ford. Climbing out of the vehicle, she glanced at a building—not because its dull, quaint appearance interested her but because it was a police station. A short story, written for Story Teller Blog hop.