And since I suspect it's being used in the commission of a burglary, I'm impounding it. Harrison's eyes narrowed slightly. You are going to impound my vehicle for a fabricated HOA violation. "I'm towing it." Miller smirked.
He reached up to the radio mic on his shoulder. Dispatch this as unit 42. I need a tow at 400 Oakwood Lane. Priority. Suspect vehicle involved in a potential B and E.
Harrison watched the officer make the call. The sheer audacity of the lie was breathtaking. Miller hadn't investigated anything. He hadn't checked the property records. He had simply looked at Harrison, looked at the truck, and made a unilateral decision to ruin a man's day.
"Officer Miller," Harrison said, reading the man's nameplate. I strongly advise you to cancel that tow truck. You are stepping far outside the bounds of your authority, and you are violating my Fourth Amendment rights. If you proceed with this, you will face severe consequences. "Are you threatening a police officer?"
Miller's hand dropped instantly to his service weapon. "I am stating a legal fact," Harrison replied unflinching. You are acting under color of law to deprive me of my property without due process. It is a federal offense. Miller sneered.
"Federal offense? You watch too much TV, old man." Miller grabbed Harrison by the shoulder and shoved him roughly toward the rear of the Chevrolet. "Hands on the tailgate. Now."
Harrison allowed himself to be moved, not resisting, knowing that physical resistance was exactly the excuse Miller was praying for. Harrison placed his hands flat on the cold metal of his truck's tailgate. Miller kicked Harrison's legs apart, patting him down aggressively. "Where are the keys?" Miller barked.
"In my right front pocket," Harrison answered calmly. Miller reached in, yanking the keys out. He walked over to the driver's side door, unlocked it, and popped the glove box. He rummaged through the meticulously organized compartment, tossing registration papers and maintenance receipts onto the passenger seat until he found Harrison's leather wallet. Miller flipped the wallet open.
The first thing visible was Harrison's standard state driver's license. Miller barely glanced at the name. He certainly didn't bother to flip the leather divider to see the heavy gold shield and the federal identification card tucked securely behind it. "Harrison, huh?" Miller muttered, pocketing the wallet and walking back over.