Chapter 4 - Local Authorities Handle The Raging Father With Caution
Two local police officers rounded the corner of the fourth-floor wing, responding to a routine nurse’s call regarding hallway noise.
They spotted Cole, Hale, and Whitmore standing anxiously outside room 402, sweating profusely in their varsity jackets.
Through the open doorway, Officer Miller recognized the rugged, tattooed man standing protectively over the battered female patient.
Miller froze in his tracks, his hand instinctively dropping toward the holster of his service weapon as recognition struck him.
“Wait, is that… is that Marcus Vance?” Officer Miller whispered to his partner with sudden, unmistakable tension.
“Who cares? The kids look like they’re about to bolt; we should check what’s going on,” his rookie partner replied.
“You don't understand, kid. That man isn't just a grieving father; he’s a legend they whispered about at the academy,” Miller warned.
Despite his internal dread, Miller stepped forward, clearing his throat to announce their official presence in the hallway.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. Is everything alright in this sector? We received reports of a disturbance,” Miller addressed the group cautiously.
Cole immediately surged forward, his arrogant sense of entitlement overriding his fear as he pointed frantically toward the doorway.
“Officer! Thank God you’re here! This maniac has been threatening us and blocking our way out of the hallway!” Cole lied loudly.
Officer Miller looked past Cole, meeting the cold, unblinking gaze of The Ghost inside the sterile hospital room.
The air between them grew thick and heavy, charged with a history of classified operations that local police dared not question.
“Sir, is there a problem here?” Officer Miller asked, his voice noticeably lacking its usual authoritative edge.
The father slowly turned his head, his dark eyes fixing on the police officer with a quiet, devastating intensity.
“No problem, Officer. Just a father having a private conversation with the men who put his daughter in this bed,” he replied coldly.
Miller swallowed hard, recognizing the implicit warning embedded in every single measured syllable of the father's voice.
“Right. Well… keep the noise down, and call us if you need any official assistance,” Miller stammered to his partner’s shock.
The rookie officer stared at Miller in disbelief as their senior partner practically dragged him backward down the corridor.
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“Are you crazy? Why didn’t you back those college kids up?” the rookie hissed once they were out of earshot.
“Because if we interfered, we wouldn't survive the night,” Miller muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead.
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