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Cops Arrest a Simple Black Man — Then One Order Forces the Entire Station to Salute

Cops Arrest a Simple Black Man — Then One Order Forces the Entire Station to Salute

Chapter 10

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Back at the station, Captain Dillon stood frozen in front of his monitor, the confirmed document still glowing on the screen before him, and for the first time all day, he felt something close to genuine fear settle into his chest. His mind raced backward through every moment of the afternoon: the laughter at the front desk, the handcuffs closing around a decorated general's wrists, the mocking questions in the interrogation room. And he understood, with sudden, sickening clarity, that none of it could be undone.Around him, the station had gone eerily quiet, officers standing in small clusters near their desks, whispering with the particular tension of people who suspected their careers had just taken a turn none of them could control.Somewhere behind him, a radio crackled with a routine dispatch call about a broken taillight—the ordinary business of the town continuing on, entirely unaware of the storm brewing quietly inside the small brick building. And for a moment, the contrast between that mundane static and the gravity in the room felt almost unbearable.Officer Coleman, the young man who had made the first joke about impersonation, stood near the front counter with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, unable to stop replaying his own words in his mind: the ones about being president if Marcus was truly a general. His face had lost its earlier smugness entirely, replaced now by the pale, hollow look of someone realizing too late that mockery has consequences it cannot always predict.Sergeant Pruitt, who had led much of the interrogation, sat heavily in his chair, staring at nothing in particular, his earlier confidence completely drained away, leaving behind only the quiet dread of a man waiting for a verdict he already suspected would not favor him.Officer Whitfield moved quickly to her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the video application and deleted the recording she had taken earlier in the interrogation room, hoping against reason that erasing the footage might somehow erase the mistake itself. She did not realize, in her haste, that a backup copy had already synced automatically to a departmental server minutes earlier—a detail that would resurface in the following weeks in ways she could not yet anticipate.
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