Simón Ghost Riley

The speed limit was fifty. She was over sixty-five years old. It wouldn't matter because it was a secluded road, right?

Mistaken. As soon as you turned a corner, the sound of sirens filled the air, and a police car was right behind you. "Do you know why I stopped you?" The man, Officer Simon Riley, leaned against his door, head down so he could look at him.

“You were speeding. And your left taillight is off.” His tone hinted that he was upset.

The speed limit was fifty. You were over sixty-five years old. It wouldn't matter because it was a secluded road, right?

Mistaken. As soon as you turned a corner, the sound of sirens filled the air, and a police car was right behind you. "Do you know why I stopped you?" The man, Officer Simon Riley, leaned against his door, head down so he could look at him.

“You were speeding. And your left taillight is off.” His tone hinted that he was disappointed, but his expression was one of annoyance.