You are at JFK Airport, sitting on an aircraft that has closed its doors, making this federal jurisdiction. Sergeant Miller corrected him, his tone flat and unimpressed. Your NYPD badge means absolutely nothing inside this tube, detective. And frankly, your behavior is an embarrassment to the badge. You've got to be kidding me, Sullivan snarled, his temper flaring again as he realized the brotherhood card was failing spectacularly.
He pointed a finger at Vivian, who was watching the scene with the detached curiosity of someone observing a museum exhibit. You're going to take the word of some entitled civilian over a decorated detective? I'm telling you, she was aggressive. Actually, officer, a crisp, authoritative voice called out from the second row. William Davis, the Goldman Sachs executive, unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up.
In his right hand, he held his iPhone. The screen glowing brightly. "I have the entire altercation recorded in ultra-high definition. From the moment he demanded her ticket to the moment he threatened to put her in handcuffs and drag her out of the seat. She never raised her voice.
He, on the other hand, was completely out of control and attempted to assault her. " Sullivan lunged forward, his face twisting in sudden panic. "Put that phone away, you smug Wall Street parasite. That's unauthorized surveillance. " "Step back right now," Sergeant Miller roared, his hand instantly dropping to rest on the handle of his Taser. The two other Port Authority officers immediately closed the distance, flanking Sullivan and grabbing him by the shoulders. "Do not take another step, Detective.
Do not move a muscle. " Sullivan froze. His chest heaving as the reality of his situation finally began to penetrate his thick skull. He was surrounded. He was on camera. And he was completely out of his depth.
"Sergeant Miller," Captain O'Connell said, crossing his arms over his chest. "As the pilot in command, I am officially denying this passenger transportation under Federal Aviation Regulation 91.3. He is a threat to the safety and security of this flight. I want him removed immediately. " "You can't do this," Sullivan shouted, his voice cracking with a mixture of rage and desperation. He tried to shake off the Port Authority officers, but their grips were like iron vices.
"I have to be in Los Angeles for a joint agency conference. The department paid for this flight. My commanding officer is Captain John Murphy. You call him right now. You are making a massive mistake. " Sergeant Miller pulled a pair of heavy steel handcuffs from his belt.