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Cop Spits in a Black Woman’s Face at the Airport — Unaware She Is the FBI Director

Cop Spits in a Black Woman’s Face at the Airport — Unaware She Is the FBI Director

Chapter 19

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That evening after the sentencing, Valerie Gibson did not fly immediately back to Washington, D.C. Instead, she drove to a quiet suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of Atlanta. She parked her rental car in the driveway of a modest, single-story brick house. Leaving her security detail in the vehicle, she walked up the concrete path and unlocked the front door.Inside, the house smelled of lavender and simmering chicken broth. Her mother, recovering from a recent surgery, was sitting in a recliner in the living room, watching the evening news. The screen displayed a photo of Hayes being led out of the courthouse."Hey, Mama," Valerie said softly, dropping her keys on the console table and walking into the living room.Her mother looked up, a warm, proud smile spreading across her tired face. "I saw you on the television, Val. You gave him hell."Valerie smiled, the icy exterior of the FBI director melting away entirely. She was just a daughter again. She walked over, sat on the arm of the recliner, and kissed her mother's forehead."I did, Mama," Valerie said quietly. "I really did."The airport was safe again. The bully was in a cage, and Valerie Gibson had finally made it home.
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