He dialed the twelve digits smoothly. The phone rang twice before a sharp, alert voice answered. "Hayes," the voice on the other end answered. "Tom," Arthur said calmly, turning his back slightly to the desk. "It's Arthur."
There was a fraction of a second of silence before the deputy director's tone shifted entirely. "Sir, you are on an unsecured line. Is everything all right?"
"No, Tom. I am currently at the local police precinct in Bethesda. I have been arrested."
"Arrested? Are you injured?" Hayes asked, his voice dropping with alarm.
"I am physically fine," Arthur replied, scanning the precinct and taking in the faces of Rollins, Miller, and Omali. "I was detained outside my home. Unlawful detention, excessive force, and no Miranda warning. Assemble the regional quick-response team. Come to the Bethesda station. Bring legal counsel and internal affairs. And, Tom?"