I thought this was going to be a no-extradite rant.
Watching taillights in the distance is a personal affront and makes me feel less able than the violator I am after.
Then I realize they probably know the roads better than I do, I don't know where they are going to or what's waiting for me when we get there and it's just me and twenty of his friends, and it's not my fault we don't have a ghetto bird to assist.
I've never had to explain to a family why I let some murderer/raper/Bad Person go, so I never had that hanging over my head.
On the other hand
You are on point. You picked the right vehicle, the right person. You looked beyond the stop. The radio tells you to secure it. You *know* you've struck gold. Then she says ...but the jurisdiction refuses to extradite.
You are the dog that finally caught the car. The bumper is in your mouth. The felon with active warrants up there *knows* they are f-u-cked.
And now, you gotta walk up there and let them go.
My left arm is tingling, think I'm gonna go look at bewbs for awhile or something.