[Song Inspiration: Killing Strangers – Marilyn Manson] It was supposed to be easy. Just a routine traffic stop to close out the shift, and then a nice long three-day weekend… Spend some time with the fiancée… Watch some football with a couple close friends… Maybe fire up the grill one more time before it got too cold… Three whole days off. Just a routine traffic stop. It was supposed to be easy. Officer Maxwell was staked out between the north and southbound lanes of U.S. Route 27 near Decatur, facing north. It was dark – the middle of the night or early in the morning, depending on one’s perspective. All of his lights were off; a simple but effective speed trap for the hour. The night had been uneventful – quiet – and he was fine with that. Why get worked up before a long weekend? He was just finishing off the last off his lukewarm coffee when the red BMW M6 whizzed by, making him fumble his thermos. “Son of a bitch!” he shouted, shaking off the mess and switching his lights