I swung the metal tool against the police car window while traffic slowed around us. People shouted that I was attacking a cop. But none of them saw what I saw inside that car.
The first thing I noticed wasn’t the police cruiser.
It was the heat.
The kind of late July heat that makes the asphalt shimmer and the air feel thick in your lungs. It was 2:47 p.m. on Interstate 64 just outside Louisville, Kentucky, and traffic had slowed to a crawl because of an accident ahead.
