“An investigation?” Sarah asked, her voice calm but ice-cold. “Extorting a hardworking citizen isn’t an investigation, Sergeant. It’s a felony. I’ll ask you one more time: return his documents and let him leave.”
Tom let out a booming laugh, signaling to his two subordinate officers. “Look at this, boys. We’ve got a social justice warrior here. Tell you what, pretty lady… since you want to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, why don’t you pay his fine? Better yet, you can both come down to the precinct. Let’s see how brave you are in a holding cell.”
Mike, the driver, was shaking uncontrollably, whispering to Sarah, “Please, ma’am, don’t provoke him! He will ruin us both!”
But Sarah didn’t move an inch. Instead, she reached into her small handbag.
