PART 2: THE COMMAND STRUCTURE
Brody sat frozen in the driver’s seat, his hand hovering over the gear shift as the captain’s panicked order echoed through the police cruiser.
“Captain, you don’t understand,” Brody stammered, looking back at Sterling, who was standing on the curb with a confused smirk. “She tried to pull fifty thousand out of an unverified account. The manager flagged her—”
“Shut your mouth, Brody!” the captain screamed through the radio, abandoning all professional protocol. “The Chief of Police is on his way to your location right now with a full state police escort! Unlock that car and get her out of those cuffs before you destroy this entire department!”
Outside, Sterling walked up to the driver’s side window, tapping impatiently on the glass.
“Is there a problem, Officer?” Sterling asked, his tone still dripping with arrogant authority. “I need you to take her off the premises so I can resume normal operations.”
Brody didn’t answer. His face had gone entirely pale as he unbuckled his seatbelt and practically fell out of the patrol car.
With trembling hands, Brody opened the rear door, inserted his key into the handcuffs, and released my wrists.
I slowly stepped out of the vehicle, rubbing my bruised skin and adjusting the collar of my trench coat.
Before Sterling could utter another word, the distant wail of sirens pierced the quiet suburban afternoon, growing louder by the second.
Four black SUVs with tinted windows and official government plates tore into the bank parking lot, followed closely by three state trooper vehicles with their lights flashing.
(The consequences of Sterling’s arrogance are arriving! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
