Place him in the back of your vehicle. He is not to drive a city asset." Miller let out a choked, wet sob. "Chief, please. My pension.
My family." "You should have thought about your family before you decided to play tyrant on a Saturday morning." Mitchell said coldly. The two IA detectives moved in. They were not gentle.
They stripped Miller of his duty belt, the heavy Glock firearm, his taser, and the silver badge pinned to his chest. They guided the weeping former officer to the back of the unmarked SUV, pressing his head down as he climbed into the back seat. The door slammed shut with a heavy final thud. Chief Mitchell turned back to Harrison, clasping his hands together in a posture of total submission. Your honor, he is stripped of his police powers.
We will fully cooperate with any formal complaint you wish to file. If you want him charged, I will personally walk the paperwork to the district attorney's office this afternoon. Harrison slowly pushed himself off the tailgate of the Chevrolet. He reached into the cab and pulled out the clipboard he had been holding when the incident began. Chief Mitchell, Harrison said softly.
Do you know what I was doing on this porch? I I believe you were inspecting the property, your honor. Mitchell said nervously. I was, Harrison agreed. My daughter Maya closed on this property on Thursday.
But Maya is not moving in here, Chief. Maya is a civil rights attorney who specializes in police misconduct and wrongful convictions. This property is being zoned and renovated to serve as the new headquarters for her non-profit legal defense clinic. Mitchell's jaw actually dropped. All the color that had rushed to his face drained away, leaving him looking like a ghost in a tailored suit.
A civil rights legal clinic? Directly in the heart of the most affluent, aggressively policed neighborhood in the city? She wanted a location that was deeply ingrained in the community. Harrison continued calmly. I was inspecting the brickwork to see if the structure could support the heavy steel signage she plans to install on the front lawn.
It will be quite prominent. A A clinic, your honor? Mitchell managed to squeak out. Yes. Harrison smiled, though it was a smile entirely devoid of warmth.