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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

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Valerie stood perfectly still, brushing off the sleeve of her hoodie where he had grabbed her. "I'd prefer to stand. And I'd like to inform you that detaining me without reasonable suspicion is a violation of my Fourth Amendment rights. Furthermore, physical assault—""Shut up!" Hayes slammed his hand onto the metal table. The echoing bang rattled around the small room. He began pacing, his chest heaving with manufactured rage. "You people come through here every day! You think because you memorize a couple of lines from a YouTube video that you're untouchable? You're nothing! You hear me? You're a nobody!""If I am a nobody, Officer, why are you wasting your time?" Valerie asked.Her absolute lack of fear was driving him insane: she wasn't crying; her hands weren't shaking; she was watching him with a cold, clinical detachment, like a biologist observing a fascinatingly ugly insect."Because I smell a rat," Hayes growled. He lunged forward and snatched her duffel bag from her shoulder."I did not consent to that," Valerie stated clearly, staring directly into the security camera in the corner of the room to ensure her verbal non-compliance was recorded.Hayes ignored her. He unzipped the bag violently, dumping its contents onto the metal table: a pair of jeans, a makeup bag, a novel, and a plain manila folder spilled out. Hayes snatched up the folder, expecting to find something illicit—cash, drugs, stolen credit cards.Instead, he found highly classified, redacted documents summarizing cartel activity along the southern border.
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