“License and registration, please.” He recited, monotone. “Of course.” She casually responded as she dragged her bag onto her lap from the passenger seat. This wasn’t her first time in a situation like this - in fact she was quite practised in dealing with law enforcers. So much so that traffic police were no more than a bit of fun. She had three driver’s licences stashed in her bag, none of them portraying her true identity; she let her long dark red finger nails dance over