“The car matched a description.”
“What description?”
Neither answered.
Victoria glanced at the patrol vehicle.
“I assume your dispatch records will confirm that.”
The second officer swallowed.
“We can explain.”
“I’m sure you’ll have the opportunity.”
The first officer finally unlocked the cuffs.
Victoria slowly brought her hands forward.
Red marks circled both wrists.
The officers had gone from aggressive to apologetic in less than a minute.
“We didn’t realize who you were.”
Victoria rubbed one wrist.
“That is exactly the problem.”
Neither man moved.
She looked directly at them.
“You believe what happened here would have been acceptable if I were someone else?”
The question landed harder than anything she had said before.
The first officer opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Then Victoria looked toward her vehicle.
A small camera mounted near the windshield continued blinking.
The officers followed her gaze.
Their faces changed again.
