Chapter 3 - Confronting My Sibling And Vanessa
I ignored Marcus completely, keeping my eyes fixed on Officer Davis as I laid my leather credential wallet flat on the desk.
“You’re going to pull every incident report, every dispatch log, and every security camera recording from this precinct right now,” I commanded.
“Yes, Special Agent Sterling! Right away, Agent Sterling!” Davis blurted out, frantically reaching for his computer keyboard with trembling fingers.
Vanessa slammed her designer handbag onto the reception bench and marched over, her face twisted into an ugly mask of furious entitlement.
“You can’t just walk in here and flash a badge to protect your senile father! He attacked me first!” Vanessa shrieked at the top of her lungs.
I slowly turned around, stepping directly into her personal space until she was forced to lean backward to maintain her balance.
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“If you ever raise your voice in my presence again, Vanessa, you won't even make it out of this county before a federal judge,” I warned.
She swallowed hard, taking a sudden step back as the raw intimidation of a decade in federal counter-terrorism took full effect.
