Foley's brow furrowed. He took in her ruined designer suit, her immaculate, albeit wet, hair, and the piercing, deeply intelligent glare she was giving him. She didn't look like a car thief. She looked like somebody who could buy and sell the entire precinct. "Name?"
Foley asked, looking at Elena. "My name is Elena Whittaker." She said, her voice clear and carrying across the room, ensuring everyone heard her. "And I would like to inform you, Sergeant, that I am being held unlawfully. My vehicle was illegally searched.
I was assaulted, and I demand my right to a telephone call immediately." Colter scoffed. "She's got a mouth on her, too. Wants to quote the law like she's some kind of lawyer." "I am a lawyer."
Elena stated, locking eyes with the sergeant. "I am a senior assistant United States Attorney for this district, and unless you want the Department of Justice raining hell down on this precinct by sunrise, you will remove these handcuffs right now." A sudden, chilling silence fell over the immediate area around the booking desk. The typing from a nearby desk stopped. Officer Reed, who had followed them inside, suddenly looked like he was going to be sick.
Colter, however, threw his head back and laughed. "A federal prosecutor, right? And I'm the director of the FBI, Sarge. She had a fake tin badge in her car, too. Complete psycho.
Just book her." Sergeant Foley didn't laugh. He had been on the force for decades. He had an instinct for when things were going wrong. And right now, his instincts were screaming like a fire alarm.
The woman's demeanor, her vocabulary, her absolute lack of panic. It didn't fit. "Hold on." Foley said slowly, raising a hand. "You said your name is Elena Whittaker?"
"That is correct." Elena said. Foley turned to his computer and opened the state and federal database. He typed in her name. A few seconds later, a profile loaded on his screen.
The color rapidly drained from Sergeant Foley's face. The photograph on the screen, a professional, stern headshot, matched the soaking wet woman in handcuffs perfectly. The title beneath the photo read Elena Whittaker, Senior Assistant United States Attorney, Criminal Division. Foley slowly stood up from his chair. He looked at Colter, and the expression on his face was a mixture of horror and absolute fury.