Cop ASSAULTED A Black Girl At Diner — Unaware Her Father Is An FBI Agent
Chapter 8
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"The suspect you are referring to," Harrison interrupted, stepping closer, "is a first-year law student at Georgetown. She has no criminal record. She was studying constitutional law. And most importantly to me, Captain"—Harrison's voice dropped an octave, dripping with absolute malice—"she is my daughter."The silence that followed was so profound you could hear the rain hitting the roof. Captain Donovan's eyes widened in sheer horror. The color drained from Sergeant Miller's face at the booking desk. And at his desk, Officer Bradley Jenkins felt his stomach drop out of his body: the invincible swagger, the arrogant smirk—it all vanished in a single, terrifying instant. The realization hit him with the force of a freight train: he hadn't just assaulted a civilian; he had brutalized the child of the FBI Special Agent in Charge of civil rights investigations."Where is she?" Harrison demanded, his voice shaking the walls."Holding Cell 4," Timothy Hayes choked out. The rookie was standing near the break room, tears streaming down his face, his hands raised in surrender. "She's hurt, sir. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him."Harrison pointed a finger at two of his tactical agents. "Get her out now. Call the federal medics standing by outside."As the agents rushed down the corridor, Harrison turned his full, terrifying attention to Jenkins. He walked slowly toward the desk. Jenkins tried to stand up, tried to speak, but his throat was completely paralyzed by fear."Officer Jenkins," Harrison said softly, stopping inches from the corrupt cop's face. "I listened to the entire encounter on an open emergency line. I heard you mock her. I heard you strike her. I heard you deny her rights under the color of law.""Agent Cole, I... I thought she was a suspect," Jenkins stammered, his voice pathetic and weak. "She was resisting. I was following protocol.""You are a disgrace to that badge," Harrison whispered. He looked at the tactical agent standing next to him. "Arrest him.""On what charges?" Donovan yelled, desperately trying to salvage some authority."Deprivation of rights under color of law, aggravated assault, false imprisonment, kidnapping," Harrison listed off, his eyes never leaving Jenkins, "and tampering with federal evidence."Two massive FBI agents grabbed Jenkins, slamming him face-first onto his own desk. The sound of federal handcuffs clicking around Jenkins's wrists was the sweetest sound Maya had ever heard as she was gently led out of the holding corridor by the medics.Harrison rushed past Jenkins, abandoning his imposing demeanor the second he saw his daughter. He wrapped his arms around Maya carefully, tears welling in his eyes as he saw her bruised face and her limp shoulder. "I've got you, sweetheart," Harrison whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I've got you. It's over."Maya leaned into her father's chest, finally allowing a single tear to fall. She looked over her father's shoulder at Jenkins, who was being aggressively hauled toward the exit by the federal agents—his career, his freedom, and his terrifying reign of abuse completely destroyed."I told you," Maya whispered, her voice carrying across the silent, shocked bullpen, her eyes locking with Jenkins's one last time. "You had absolutely no idea what you had just done."