Cop ASSAULTED A Black Girl At Diner — Unaware Her Father Is An FBI Agent
Chapter 4
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"I am giving you my hands," she said, her voice shaking, blood dripping from her split lip onto the white floor tiles. "I am not resisting. You are hurting me."The cold, unforgiving steel of the handcuffs ratcheted tightly around her wrists. Jenkins made sure to pinch her skin in the metal hinges, clicking the cuffs three times tighter than necessary; it cut off the circulation to her hands instantly.Jenkins grabbed her by the collar of her hoodie and hauled her violently to her feet. Maya stumbled, her knees bruised and shaking, but she forced herself to stand tall. She looked Jenkins dead in the eye."You have absolutely no idea what you've just done," Maya whispered, blood staining her teeth.Jenkins laughed, a cruel, breathless sound. He shoved her forward toward the diner doors. "Yeah? What are you going to do about it, sweetheart? You're going to sue me? You're going to call a lawyer? Who's going to save you—your daddy?"Maya's eyes shifted to the floor near the shattered coffee mug. Her cell phone had fallen out of her pocket during the scuffle. The screen was cracked, but it was lit up, buzzing, vibrating violently against the wet linoleum. Jenkins followed her gaze and looked down at the phone. On the cracked screen, illuminated in bright white letters, was the caller ID:Dad.Jenkins sneered. He stepped on the phone with his heavy boot, applying pressure until the glass completely spiderwebbed and the screen went black. "Looks like Daddy's not picking up," Jenkins mocked.He shoved Maya through the glass doors out into the freezing rain. The downpour soaked them instantly. Jenkins practically dragged her toward the police cruiser, pressing her face roughly against the cold metal of the trunk while he patted her down with unnecessary aggression.Timothy walked out of the diner, looking sick to his stomach. He had joined the force to help people, to be a good cop; standing here watching his training officer abuse a young woman who had done nothing wrong, he felt completely paralyzed."Open the door, Tim," Jenkins commanded, out of breath.Timothy hesitated. "Brad, this is a mistake. We didn't even run her name. The suspect was reported wearing a black jacket, not a blue hoodie. And she's bleeding, man—we need to call a bus... an ambulance.""I said, open the damn door!" Jenkins roared, spit flying from his lips.Timothy flinched and opened the back door of the cruiser. Jenkins shoved Maya inside; she fell awkwardly onto the hard plastic seat, unable to catch herself with her hands cuffed behind her back. The door slammed shut, trapping her in the dark, suffocating back seat of the patrol car.As Jenkins walked around to the driver's side, wiping the rain from his face, he felt a surge of adrenaline. He loved this feeling—the power, the control. He believed he was the apex predator of these streets, completely untouchable by the brass, by the media, and certainly by some arrogant college girl.