Victoria slowly reached toward the center console.
The first officer immediately stiffened.
“What are you reaching for?”
“My phone.”
“Keep your hands where I can see them.”
“I’m going to record the encounter.”
That was when everything changed.
The officer grabbed the door handle and yanked it open.
“Out. Now.”
Victoria raised both hands.
“You don’t need to touch me. I’ll step out.”
But he did not wait.
He seized her arm and pulled.
Victoria stumbled as she was dragged from the driver’s seat.
“What are you doing?”
“Stop resisting!”
“I’m not resisting.”
The second officer grabbed her other arm.
Together, they turned her around and shoved her against the side of the car.
Her cheek nearly struck the roof.
The metal was still warm from the afternoon sun.
Victoria did not kick.
