Chapter 7 - Derek Lawson Demands Entry At The Imposing Security Gates
Thirty minutes later, Derek’s cruiser rolled up to the towering wrought-iron security gates guarding the Ashford Beacon Hill estate.
He flashed his Roxbury precinct badge at the intercom camera, his face twisted in an ugly, arrogant sneer of authority.
“Open this gate right now; I am Officer Derek Lawson, Boston PD, executing a domestic welfare check,” Derek barked loudly.
Inside the security lodge, two massive armed guards watched his face on high-definition monitors without showing a single flicker of emotion.
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“Boston PD has no jurisdiction over private Ashford properties without a federal magistrate warrant signed by a judge,” the guard replied flatly.
“Open the damn gate or I'll call a backup unit and kick it down myself!” Derek roared, slamming his fist against his steering wheel.
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