“That doesn’t explain why you’re carrying federal credentials.”
“It doesn’t need to.”
Grant quickly removed the handcuffs.
The metal scraped against Victoria’s
wrists as they fell open.
She rubbed her hands.
The skin was red where the cuffs had tightened.
Miller glanced toward the patrol vehicle.
“We made a mistake.”
Victoria looked at him.
“A mistake?”
Grant immediately interrupted.
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“Let’s not make this bigger than it needs to be.”
Victoria picked up her phone from the ground.
“You already made it bigger.”
Grant’s face tightened.
“What does that mean?”
Victoria held up the phone.
The screen was still recording.
The entire encounter had been captured.
Grant’s demand for her documents.
Miller’s insults.
The moment they grabbed her.
The handcuffs.
And the statement about taking her to the station to teach her how to speak to officers.
