Chapter 9 - Arresting Officer Davis For Complicity
I signaled the lead federal marshal standing by the front entrance, gesturing toward the shaking local police officer behind the desk.
“Marshal, place Officer Davis under arrest for accepting bribes, obstruction of justice, and conspiracy in a federal civil rights case,” I commanded.
Davis let out a desperate gasp as steel handcuffs were slapped onto his wrists with practiced, merciless efficiency.
“You can’t do this! I have union rights! I want my lawyer!” Davis yelled as he was dragged away toward the back holding cells.
“You can talk to a federal judge about your union rights in the morning,” I retorted, turning my full attention back to my father.
The old man was sitting quietly on the waiting room chair, wrapped in a warm wool blanket provided by one of the marshals.
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“Are you alright, Dad? Do you need a paramedic to look at those bruises?” I asked, kneeling beside him with genuine concern.
“I’m just tired, sweetheart, but seeing you take down this whole circus makes me feel twenty years younger,” he smiled faintly.
