She says you threatened her after a business meeting. I see, Marcus said quietly. May I ask what specific threat she claims I made? She says you cornered her in a hallway and told her she would regret crossing you, that you used your position to intimidate her. Marcus felt the familiar surge of anger, but his face remained neutral.
That didn't happen. Were there witnesses to this alleged threat? Bellamy's jaw tightened. Ms. Halbrook's statement is enough to proceed with questioning.
I need you to turn around and place your hands behind your back. Officer, I haven't been charged with anything. Am I under arrest? You're being detained for questioning regarding criminal threats. Turn around now.
Marcus glanced at Reeves, whose face showed clear discomfort. The younger officer's eyes kept darting toward the growing crowd of neighbors. May I see the written complaint? Marcus asked. Or speak to my attorney before.
I'm not going to ask again, Bellamy interrupted, stepping closer. Turn around. Hands behind your back. Across the street, Vanessa Halbrook appeared on her porch. She wore a soft sweater and carried a tissue in her hand, the picture of a frightened victim.
Her eyes met Marcus's across the distance, and something cold passed between them. More neighbors emerged from their houses. The Martinez family stood on their lawn. The elderly couple from the corner house watched from their driveway. Phone screens began glowing as people started recording.
Marcus slowly turned around. I want it noted that I'm cooperating fully and requesting legal representation. The handcuffs clicked into place behind his back. The sound was sharp in the evening air, carrying clearly to every watching neighbor. Marcus Ellison, you're being detained on suspicion of criminal threats.