 was going so fast—perhaps 120 miles per hour, or more, Bryngelson wrote in a police report—that the officer had thought a police car might already be in pursuit. None was.

When Serb slammed on the brakes, Bryngelson saw smoke billow up under the front and rear wheel wells. The officer thought for a moment that the RX-7 might slam into his cruiser.

Bryngelson didn't pull Serb over that day because he had two prisoners in the back seat. But he did record Serb's plate number and called it in to dispatch before exiting the interstate.

Later that day, Bryngelson received a call from Ted Arnold, a Boise Police officer who worked as a school resource officer at Timberline High School, where Serb graduated. Arnold recognized the description of the Mazda, and he helped Bryngelson find Serb's Facebook page.

"Mobbing 130 mph," the officer read. "And blow past a cop. Hahahaha."

When Serb's wanted picture turned up on the Boise Police website a few days later, he turned himself in. But Serb's attorney won continuance after continuance, and the case dragged on for more than a year. Serb put the charges out of his mind. By Christmas, he'd already missed a couple of court dates on the reckless driving charge and had two warrants out for his arrest.

Two plainclothes officers were following him that day as he walked past the Cheesecake Factory, exited the mall, and handed pills to his friend. He lit a Parliament. Someone yelled his name.

Serb turned and saw the officers. He turned away, reached into his coat, and jammed the pill bottle deep in the compression underwear he wore for exactly this purpose.

Next thing Serb knew, he was on the ground in handcuffs, the cops hammering him with questions. He played it cool. Later, in jail, police found 72 pills in his underwear.

Serb woke up the next morning dope-sick in the Ada County Jail. He faced multiple felony drug charges. He downed a large plate of spaghetti at lunchtime, and headed back to a shared cell with an exposed toilet in the center.

He climbed to his top bunk and lay down. Soon he was sweating through his clothes, then freezing, his guts twisted up tight. It was a feeling he knew
was going so fast — perhaps 120 miles per hour, or more, Bryngelson publish in a police reputation — that the officer had thought a police car might already be in pastime. None was. 

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 Two plainclothes policeman were following him that day as he walked past the Cheesecake Factory, exited the mall, and handed pill to his friend. He lit a Parliament. Someone yelled his name. 

 Serb turned and saw the officers. He turn away, reached into his coat, and jammed the pill bottle deep in the compaction underwear he wore for exactly this purpose. 

 Next thing Serb knew, he was on the ground in handcuffs, the cops forge him with questions. He bet it cool. Later, in jail, police found 72 pill in his underwear. 

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WHeN SeRb SLaMmed oN thE brakes, bryngelson Saw SmOke billow up uNDeR the front aNd rEar wheel wellS. ThE officEr ThoUGht foR a mOment That thE rX-7 mighT slam into HiS CruiseR.

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later ThAT daY, Bryngelson ReceIved a call From TeD arnold, a bOise PolIce offIceR whO worKEd As A scHoOL reSOuRce OFfiCer at TimBeRlIne HiGh ScHOOL, WherE SeRb grAduatEd. Arnold recogNizEd thE DesCriptIon of The MAzDa, and He helpEd BryNgElson find Serb's FAcebOok page.

"MoBbiNg 130 Mph," ThE offiCEr read. "and BloW past a cOp. HahahAHa."

WHeN sERb'S wanted picture turnEd UP On The Boise police WEbSiTE a few dayS lAteR, he tURNed hiMselF In. but Serb's AttornEY wOn ContinuAnCe afteR cOntInuAnce, aND the Case drAgged on fOr morE Than a year. Serb pUT the charges ouT Of HIS mINd. By chrIstmas, he'd alReadY MissEd a cOUpLe oF Court Dates On THe REckless driving chargE aNd had tWo warRants out for hiS arrest.

Two PLAInclotheS offICeRS were following Him thAt day as he wALked past The ChEesecake factory, exITEd the malL, anD haNdeD piLLS tO his friend. He lIT A ParLiAment. SoMeoNe yelleD hiS naMe.

SErb TuRned and saW the offiCeRs. he TuRneD away, REached inTo His CoAt, aNd jamMEd the pIll boTtle DeEp IN thE compreSSiON UndeRwEaR he wOre FoR exacTly tHIs pUrpose.

NExt thing SErb KNew, hE wAs On the grOund in handcufFs, The cops hamMeRinG him wiTH QuestionS. He played it cool. Later, in jAIl, policE foUnd 72 piLls iN his underWeaR.

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He cliMBed To His top bUnk and lAy dowN. soon he wAs sweatinG through hIs ClotHES, thEn freezing, His guts tWisted up tIGht. It WAs A feelIng He knew
 was going so fast—perhaps  120 miles  perhou r,or  mor e, B ryngelson wrot e  ina police report—that t he of fi c er h a dthoug ht a po l ic e car  m ig htal r ea dy be  in  pursui t. None wa s.
W hen Serb sla m me d on the b rak es, Bryngels onsaw sm ok e b i llowupunder  the f r ont an d rear wh ee l  wells .  The of f i ce r th ought for a momen t  t h at the RX-7 mi ght sl am in t o  hi s c ruiser.

B ry ngels o n didn' t  p u l l  Se r b over that d ay becauseh e h ad two  p ris o ners i n the  b a ckseat. But h e di d recordSerb's plate n u mber an d call editin t o  d is pat ch bef o re  ex i tin g the in te rs tate. 

La t e r that  da y, B rynge lson received  acall fro m Ted  Arno ld,aBoise  Polic e off ic er who worked a s aschool re sou rc e o ff icera t Timb erl ine  High S chool,w her eS e r bgraduated. Arnoldre c o gn ized the  descr i pt io n  of theMa zda , an d he he lped Br yngelson  findS er b' s Faceb oo k page .
"M obb ing 1 3 0 mp h," th e office r rea d . "And blow pa s t a cop. Haha h ah a . "When  Se rb's wanted  pic t ureturn e dupo n the  Bois eP ol i ce website a few da ys  later , heturned himsel f in. ButS e r b's atto rney wo n  continuance a ftercontinuanc e , and th e cas e dragge d on form o re thana y ear . S erb p ut  the chargeso u t of  h is mind . B y Chris tma s,he' d a lr eady miss ed a cou pl eof  c our t dat e s on the  r eck le ssdrivi n g char ge an d ha dtw o  wa rrantso ut f or h is  a rres t.
T wo pl ainc l oth es offi cers were  fo l lowi ng  h im that  day as he wa lk ed past th eChe esecak e Factory,  exited the mall, and h a nded pi lls  to h is f riend. He  li t a Pa rli a ment.Someon e yel le d h i s  name . 
S erb  t urned ands a w t he of fi cers . He tu rned away, reached int o his coat, a ndjamm e d  t hep il l  bo tt l e d e e p in the compre ssion unde rw e ar  he wore f o r e xa ctly th is purp ose.Next th ing Serbknew, hewa s on t heground inhandcuff s, the co p s ham m er ing h imwith q ue sti ons.He pla y edit co ol. La te r, injail,  p olice fo und 72 pills in his und erwear .

Se rbwoke up t hen ext  morningdope -sick in t heAda  Coun tyJ ail.He f a ce d m u ltipl e fe l ony drugc ha rge s .  H e downed al a r geplate  of spaghe ttiat lunchtime, and headed back to  a s h a red  ce l l wi th  an exposed to ile ti n  the cen te r.

He clim bed to h is top b unk an d laydown. S o o nh e wasswea tin g through  hi sc lothes,  t he n  freez ing,  h is gut s twis t ed u p tight. It was afeeli n g  he k n ew
 was_going so_fast—perhaps 120 miles per_hour, or_more,_Bryngelson wrote_in_a police report—that_the officer had_thought a police car_might already be_in_pursuit. None was.

When Serb slammed on the brakes, Bryngelson saw smoke billow up under_the_front and_rear_wheel_wells. The officer thought for_a moment that the RX-7_might slam_into his cruiser.

Bryngelson didn't pull Serb over that_day_because he had_two prisoners in the back seat. But he did_record Serb's plate number and called_it in to_dispatch_before_exiting the interstate.

Later that_day, Bryngelson received a call from_Ted Arnold, a Boise Police officer_who worked as a school resource officer_at Timberline High School, where Serb_graduated. Arnold recognized the description_of the_Mazda, and he helped Bryngelson_find Serb's Facebook_page.

"Mobbing 130_mph," the officer_read. "And blow past a cop._Hahahaha."

When Serb's wanted_picture turned up on the Boise_Police_website a few_days_later,_he turned_himself in. But_Serb's_attorney won_continuance_after continuance, and the case dragged_on_for more than a year. Serb put_the charges out of_his_mind. By Christmas, he'd_already missed a couple of_court dates on the reckless driving_charge and_had two_warrants out for his arrest.

Two plainclothes officers were following him that_day as he walked past the_Cheesecake Factory, exited the_mall, and_handed_pills to his_friend._He lit_a Parliament. Someone yelled his name.

Serb turned_and saw_the officers. He turned away, reached_into his coat, and_jammed_the pill bottle deep in the_compression underwear he wore for exactly_this purpose.

Next thing Serb knew,_he_was_on the ground in handcuffs,_the cops hammering him with questions._He played it_cool. Later, in jail, police found 72_pills_in his underwear.

Serb woke up the_next_morning dope-sick in the Ada County_Jail._He_faced multiple felony drug charges._He downed a large plate of_spaghetti at lunchtime, and headed back to a shared_cell with an_exposed toilet in the center.

He_climbed_to_his top bunk and lay down. Soon he was sweating_through his_clothes, then freezing,_his guts twisted up tight. It was a feeling he_knew