He glanced toward Dylan. Find something. Dylan understood immediately. He walked casually around the car pretending to inspect the tires. Then, with his back turned toward the growing crowd, he quietly reached into his own patrol bag.
Nia noticed the movement. So did Kevin Ross. Kevin's eyes widened. No. Dylan slipped a small plastic packet into his palm.
White powder. He moved toward the rear passenger door. Kevin grabbed his wrist. What are you doing? Dylan jerked free.
Mind your business. I saw that. Saw what? You just Travis interrupted sharply. Kevin.
Every head turned. You've got something to say? Kevin looked at Dylan, then at the crowd, then back at Travis. For several painful seconds, no one spoke. Finally, Kevin lowered his head.
No, sergeant. Nia understood exactly what had happened. Someone had almost planted evidence. Almost. Travis gave Kevin a long, disappointed look.
You'll learn. Ryan suddenly slammed his flashlight against the driver's side window. The loud crack made several bystanders jump. The glass held. For an old car, Ryan muttered, it's tougher than it looks.
Marcus couldn't stay silent any longer. She didn't do anything. Eric immediately grabbed him by the jacket. You again? Marcus struggled to keep his balance.
Leave her alone. Ryan pointed at Marcus. Looks like we found ourselves another charge. Fear spread across the faces of the people watching. An elderly veteran quietly raised his phone to record.
Eric noticed. What are you doing? The man lowered it instantly. And, nothing. He walked away without another word.
One witness gone. Then another. Within a minute, nearly half the crowd had disappeared. Only Linda Foster remained inside her locked store, secretly recording everything through a narrow gap in the blinds. She whispered to herself, please, let someone stop this.
Inside FBI headquarters, another analyst suddenly spoke. Sid. Daniel looked over. We've identified every officer on scene. Good.
But there's something else. A satellite map appeared beside the live video. Three additional patrol cars were heading toward Nia's location. Daniel's jaw tightened. They're calling for backup.
Vanessa looked at him. If more officers arrive, she'll be outnumbered nine to one. Daniel remained silent for several seconds. Then he pressed a secure communications button. Malcolm.
A deep voice answered immediately. Go ahead. Prepare tactical team alpha. You want wheels rolling? Not yet.