"Obstruction of what? You haven't stated a crime. You haven't verified who I am. You're on my property without cause."
Diane Williams, Judge Williams' mother, pushes open the screen door. Her voice cracks with fear. "Tamarra, what is happening?"
Officer Moss points at her. "Ma'am, stay inside."
"This is my daughter's house."
"Stay inside."
Gerald steps forward beside his wife. "Now, hold on just a minute."
"Sir, I will arrest you, too, if you interfere."
Judge Williams raises a hand toward her parents, trying to keep them calm. "Mom, Dad, it's okay. Just stay there."
She turns back to Officer Moss. Her voice is steady, but there's steel in it now. "Officer, you are making a serious mistake. I am telling you clearly and calmly, I am Judge Tamarra Williams. I sit on the bench at Franklin County Municipal Court. I have jurisdiction over cases in this city, and if you do not verify my identity right now, you are going to regret what happens next."
Officer Moss steps closer, close enough that the body cam captures the cold expression on his face. "I don't respond well to threats."
"That wasn't a threat, it was a warning. Turn around now."
Neighbors are starting to appear. A woman across the street stands in her driveway, phone raised. A man two houses down steps onto his lawn, watching.
Judge Williams looks at Officer Moss one more time. "You are violating my civil rights. Turn around."
She doesn't. And that's when he reaches for his handcuffs.