Get Out, Scum! Cop Yelled... Froze When Both Flashed Internal Affairs IDs
Chapter 4
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"Officer, neither of us smokes," David said firmly. "There is absolutely no smell of marijuana in this car.""Are you calling me a liar, boy?" Kowalski sneered, dropping the thin veneer of professional distance; the racial undertones of his vocabulary were suddenly front and center. "I know how you people operate. You think you can cruise through our neighborhoods scoping out houses, moving drugs. I want you to unbuckle your seatbelt slowly.""I do not consent to a search of my vehicle," David stated, his voice ringing with absolute, chilling clarity. It was the voice of a man who knew his rights and was not afraid to invoke them.Kowalski's face flushed a deep, violent crimson. To a corrupt cop used to terrorizing uneducated or frightened citizens, David's calm defiance was worse than a physical insult: it was a challenge to his absolute authority."I didn't ask for your damn consent!" Kowalski roared, suddenly yanking the handle of the car door. He had clearly expected it to be unlocked, but David had discreetly pressed the lock button minutes ago.Thwarted, Kowalski pounded a heavy fist against the window glass. "Unlock this door right now and get out of the vehicle! Both of you! Get out, scum, before I drag you out through the glass!""Officer Kowalski," Khloe spoke up, her voice slicing through the tension like a scalpel, intentionally using his name to let him know she had read his badge. "You are violating our Fourth Amendment rights, and you are operating completely outside the scope of lawful police procedure."Kowalski froze for a fraction of a second, surprised by the legal terminology, before his rage doubled. He unclipped the retention strap on his holster. "I'm giving you a lawful order! Unlock this door, step out, and put your hands on the roof, or I will bust this window and arrest you both for felony obstruction!"The moment had arrived: the threshold of undeniable misconduct had been crossed, captured on crystal-clear audio and video. David looked at Khloe; she gave a single, almost imperceptible nod."Officer Kowalski," David said, his tone shifting entirely. The faux deference vanished, replaced by a cold, commanding authority that seemed to alter the air pressure in the car. "I am going to reach into my left breast pocket. I am retrieving my identification. I suggest you remove your hand from your weapon immediately.""Don't you dare move!" Kowalski screamed, drawing his Taser with his left hand while keeping his right on his gun.Ignoring the frantic screaming, David slowly reached into his jacket. Khloe mirrored the movement, reaching into the pocket of her hoodie. Kowalski aimed his flashlight, ready to strike, his face twisted in a snarl.But instead of a weapon, David produced a heavy black leather wallet. He flipped it open and pressed it flat against the driver's side window, right into the blinding beam of the flashlight. A second later, Khloe pressed an identical wallet against her window.The harsh light illuminated the polished, heavy gold shields embedded in the leather. Below the shields, thick block letters read:STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL, INTERNAL AFFAIRS BUREAU. Above the shields were their federal credentials and photo IDs.