Cop Said “You Two Aren't Welcome Here” To Twins — Both Were Federal Agents Investigating Him
Chapter 4
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The tavern was so quiet now that everyone could hear the ice melting in the spilled soda. Hank reached under the cash register, took out a white envelope, and set it in Dempsey's open hand.Dempsey didn't even hide it: he thumbed the envelope open, glanced at the bills inside, and grinned. Then he folded it, tucked it into the front pocket of his uniform shirt, and patted it twice. "Good man," he said. "See? Some people know how this town works."Jayda's button camera caught every second of it: the envelope, the bills, the pat on the pocket, the words Rent's due.Kendra felt her heart beating hard, but her face stayed still. That was it—that was what they came for: $500 in bills the FBI had already written down, sitting in a police sergeant's pocket. They could have walked out right then; that was the plan.But Dempsey wasn't done.He turned back to the twins, reached behind his back, and pulled out his handcuffs. They clinked as he let them hang from one finger."Now, you two," he said, "I gave you a chance to leave. You didn't take it. So here's what's going to happen." He jerked his head toward the bar. "Stand up, turn around, hands flat on the bar where I can see them.""On what charge?" Kendra asked."Trespassing," Dempsey said. "Disturbing the peace, being a nuisance—I'll think of a few more on the drive.""The owner didn't ask us to leave," Jayda said."The owner does what I tell him." Dempsey snapped one cuff open. "Last time: stand up, or I drag you both out of here by your hair in front of all these nice people."A man at the back table stood up halfway, then sat back down. Phones were coming out now, held low under the tables.Kendra looked at her sister. Jayda looked back. They had been doing this since they were little girls: one look, no words. They always knew.Together, slowly, the twins stood up. They stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, the way they had stood their whole lives.Dempsey grinned and stepped forward with the open handcuffs. "That's better. Now, turn around."They did not turn around. Instead, Kendra reached into her jacket; Jayda did the same at the exact same moment, like a mirror.Dempsey's hand dropped to his belt. "Hey, hands where I can see them!"The twins pulled out two black leather cases and flipped them open at the same time. They held them up at eye level, right in front of his face. Each case held a gold badge and an ID card with a photo; the letters across the top of each ID card said FBI."Special Agent Kendra Holloway," Kendra said, clear and loud. "Federal Bureau of Investigation.""Special Agent Jayda Holloway," Jayda said. "Same."For three long seconds, nobody in Delaney's Tavern breathed. Then the phones came all the way up—every person at every table held a phone in the air. Someone whispered, "Oh, my God." Someone else said, "Are you getting this? Tell me you're getting this."Dempsey stared at the badges, his mouth opened. Then he laughed—a loud, fake laugh. "Nice try," he said. "You buy those online? 20 bucks each? Impersonating a federal officer is a crime, ladies. You just made my night a whole lot easier."