You tell the officer that you don’t wish to reveal the contents of your backpack unless he obtains a search warrant.
“Stay here,” he says. The officer walks back to his car, carrying your license. You can see him talking on the radio. You’re beginning to think that was the wrong thing to say.
You wait several long, uncomfortable minutes. The flashing lights are starting to give you a headache, and your stomach is starting to tie itself in knots.
Finally the officer returns and gives you your license.
“Consider it your lucky day. I don’t have enough reason to search your car or your bag tonight, but I will be watching you. Go home before you get in more trouble.”
The officer returns to his car and drives off.
Relieved, you get back on the road and head for the cache once again.
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