Every step echoed loudly in the sterile, brightly lit hallway. Tagert tried to convince himself that he could talk his way out of this. He was a veteran cop after all. When they reached the heavy oak door of the chief office, Tagert hesitated. His hand shook violently as he reached for the brass handle.
He swallowed hard, pushing the door open. Josephine Reynolds was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk. She was no longer wearing her uniform jacket, but the gold stars on her collar still gleamed with ruthless authority. The files from her trunk that Tagot had carelessly tossed aside were neatly stacked in front of her. To her right stood two men in sharp black suits. internal affairs investigators from the state capital.
Tagot stopped breathing right there. Close the door, Officer Tagot, Josephine instructed, her voice deceptively soft. Tagot obeyed, his legs feeling like lead. Wyatt stood frozen next to him, staring intently at the floor. "Take a seat," she commanded.
They both sat down in the stiff leather chairs facing her desk. Josephine opened a silver laptop, tapped a few keys, and turned the screen toward them. His stomach dropped. Playing on the screen was crystal clear footage of the traffic stop from the night before, but it was not from the cruiser dash camera. The angle was different.
It was actually her car. My vehicle is equipped with a full militarygrade surveillance system, Josephine explained, folding her hands neatly on the desk. It records audio and video, uploading it directly to a secure cloud server in real time. I watched you manufacture probable cause, physically assault my property, and perform an illegal frisk without the presence of a female officer. You violated four separate department protocols and three constitutional amendments in the span of 7 minutes.
Tagot opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was bone dry. No words came out. He was completely trapped in a dark, deep corner today. Chief, I can explain. Tagert stammered, his tough facade shattering into pathetic pieces.
It was dark. There have been many drug runners on that stretch of the highway lately. I was just being thorough. I made a judgment call based on my experience in the field. Josephine let out a short humorous laugh that sent a fresh wave of terror through his veins.
She leaned forward, her dark eyes piercing straight through his pathetic excuses. You made a judgment call based on the color of my skin and the price of my expensive sports car on the road last night. She pointed a manicured finger at the thick files stacked on her desk. But last night was not an isolated incident. Was it, Derek?
These are the internal affairs dossier that you were too arrogant to read when you illegally searched my trunk. They detailed 12 years of brutality, racial profiling, and outright theft. The previous administration looked the other way because you brought in high arrest numbers. But I do not care about your statistics. I care about the law.