Apaza. Not yet? Daniel continued watching the screen. No. His eyes never left Nia.
I want every single corrupt officer who answers that backup call identified before we move. Back on the street, Travis checked his watch. His patience had vanished. He pointed directly at Nia. Cuffer.
Ryan smiled. Now we're talking. Kevin looked horrified. On what charge? Travis answered without hesitation.
I'll think of one before the paperwork. Ryan reached for Nia's arm. This time, she didn't step away. She knew exactly what was happening. The investigation had just crossed an invisible line.
What began as intimidation was becoming an unlawful arrest, and every second of it was still being transmitted live to FBI headquarters. In Atlanta, Daniel Carter watched Ryan's hand closing around Nia's wrist. He exhaled slowly. Then he picked up the secure radio one final time. Tactical Team Alpha.
The room became perfectly silent. Start your engines. Ryan Mercer clamped his hand around Nia Brooks's wrist with unnecessary force. You're under investigation. Nia looked directly into his eyes.
For what crime? Ryan shrugged. We'll decide that after we search your car. Several nervous laughs came from the other officers. Travis Cole folded his arms, enjoying every second.
See? It's easier when people cooperate. Nia remained perfectly still. I have not resisted. No, Travis replied with a smirk.
You've just been inconvenient. Ryan jerked her toward the shoulder of the road. The handcuffs had not yet come out, but the message was unmistakable. Power first, questions later. Across the street, Marcus Hill took a hesitant step forward before Eric Nolan blocked his path.
You want to join her? Marcus looked at Nia. They're breaking the law. Eric laughed. No.
He shoved Marcus backward. We're writing it. Marcus stumbled, barely catching himself against a utility pole. A fresh scrape opened across his forearm, but he ignored the sting. His attention never left Nia.
Inside the convenience store, Linda Foster's hands trembled continued recording through the narrow opening in the blind. She whispered a prayer under her breath. Please let somebody see this. Outside, Dylan Hayes circled Nia's sedan one more time. This junk isn't worth searching, Ryan grinned.
Maybe. He looked at Nia, but people who drive junk usually have something to hide. Nia said nothing. Silence often forced arrogant people to reveal more than arguments ever could. Travis pointed toward the the Open it.
I don't consent. You've already said that, and the answer is still no. His smile disappeared. Ryan stepped closer until their faces were only inches apart. You think you're smarter than us?
No. I think the Constitution applies here. Ryan snorted, "Not today." Without warning, he reached into her jacket pocket, pretending to search for keys. Nia immediately stepped back.