I'm a pretty lucky guy, one of the few who actually enjoys their job. My name's Dougray, and I'm a twenty three year-old police constable, or cop if you like, serving my great country in the beautiful, remote Highlands of Scotland, usually on road patrol. It's an easy number, most of the time I just park up somewhere quiet with the speed radar on and maybe pull some poor soul over for speeding offences about once every two hours and give them a ticket. nnMainly, I'm sat in the car either reading a book or winning money by playing internet poker from my lap-top. That's if I'm not getting a free meal at a local café, having a pint of beer in the back room of a pub or visiting a female 'friend' who's husband or boyfriend may be at work or out with his friends. Yes, life really is that tough up here in the high country.nnThe only thing I don't like is working the overnight ten to six shift. You can't get a free beer after about twelve o'clock! Still, sometimes there are compensations, occasionally glorious ones. The following is an account of one such summer night.nnIt was about eleven o'clock. I had just set up the radar on a back road and was now busy drinking coffee from a flask and reading the latest Irvine Welsh novel, musing how well he seems to understand those Scottish male traits of casual racism, alcohol abuse and petty corruption, when I was rudely interrupted as the old red trip light came on. A large Range Rover slipped by, about twenty miles-per-hour faster than it should have. I slung the coffee out of the window, dropped the book and went after it; sirens blazing. Oh, how I love that sound.nnI chased it down quickly and as the car pulled over I parked in front of it. I called and checked on the registration plate - It was a rented vehicle – then walked across to it, hand on my Tazer gun; well, you never know what might kick-off these days, and I've never used it on anyone yet, which surely is a shame.nnThere were two figures in the front of the vehicle. The driver's window came down and an interior light came on. A worried female voice with a sort of Mid-American accent spoke.