Ella

I can't help it. I begin to chuckle into my hand, and Rachel quickly follows. We snicker like schoolgirls as my best friend recounts to me what happened before she arrived.

"Real police officers, Ella! They passed right by me while I was wearing this fake uniform!" she says between her laughter.

"That is incredibly ironic," I counter. "Can you imagine if they'd asked for your identification or even if you were answering a call?"

She shakes her head, ...