He handles administrative disciplinary hearings for the Atlanta Police Department. You are currently facing a federal grand jury indictment. Your union cannot help you here. Jenkins swallowed hard. I want a lawyer.
You'll get a public defender assigned at your arraignment tomorrow morning, Kavanaugh replied smoothly. But before we officially book you into the US Penitentiary in Atlanta for pre-trial holding, agents Paul and Hayes wanted to show you what our evidence response team found. Found? Jenkins frowned, his heart rate suddenly spiking. Found where?
Jonathan leaned forward, intertwining his fingers on the metal table. While you were sitting in here shivering, Brian, our tech team executed a federal search warrant on your APD cruiser. Now, standard protocol for a bad stop usually involves pulling the dashcam and body cam footage to prove civil rights violations. We did that. It's damning.
You didn't have your lights on. You didn't run our descriptions. And you texted another officer on your personal phone 3 minutes before approaching us. Sam slid an 8x10 glossy photograph across the table. It was a screenshot of a text message thread.
Jenkins: Got two thugs casing Olympic Park. Officer Vance: You call it in? Jenkins: Nah. Going to go shake them down. They look like they're holding.
Jenkins closed his eyes. The text message destroyed any defense of proactive policing. It proved premeditated harassment. But Jonathan wasn't done. That text message gets you 5 years in federal prison.
Jonathan said softly. But that's not why we're here. Because when our dogs swept your cruiser, they didn't just find your patrol bag. They alerted on the trunk. Jenkins's face went from pale to a sickly chalky white.
The air completely left his lungs. Sam slid three more photographs across the table. The first showed the trunk of Jenkins's APD cruiser with the spare tire removed. The second showed a false floor pan welded beneath the tire well. The third showed what was inside.