It was just after midnight. We left Vegas an hour and a half earlier, zeroing in on Baker, California, a shithole town, the shittiest of shitholes.We were still hours away from our home in Northern California, and I was tired. I was nervous about my girlfriend, Amy, driving. She was a fine driver, but she had an outstanding warrant in Colorado. It put me on edge, but she insisted.The flashing red lights caught me off guard. I saw them in the rearview mirror. My heart sank.