One involved Dr. Terrence Walker, a Black dentist who loaded expensive golf clubs into an SUV behind a country club after playing eighteen holes with two friends. Holloway responded to a call about someone tampering with vehicles and detained Walker until club security verified membership. Body-camera footage showed Walker repeatedly telling Holloway his wallet and membership card were inside the vehicle while Holloway refused to let him reach for them.
The department concluded the initial detention was reasonable because a caller described a man near vehicles. Supervisors found Holloway could have verified the information faster but did not violate policy strongly enough for discipline. The file closed.
Another complaint involved a seventeen-year-old Black student named Andre Foster. Holloway saw him riding a high-end mountain bike through a subdivision where two bikes had recently been stolen. Andre said the bicycle belonged to his uncle.
Holloway asked for the uncle’s phone number. Andre refused and tried to continue riding. Holloway detained him for nearly twenty minutes before the boy’s mother arrived with a receipt.
Again, no formal discipline.
Holloway remembered that the complaint was dismissed. Andre remembered standing beside a police cruiser while white neighbors watched.
Neither story canceled the other.
Holloway entered Harrison Skatepark with an actual reason to be there Saturday. Dispatch had received a report that morning from Mrs. Karen Daley, whose seventeen-year-old son said somebody stole his skateboard from the back of an unlocked SUV parked near a convenience store roughly a mile away. The missing board was described as black underneath with silver artwork and premium trucks.
That description happened to resemble Jalen’s board.
Hundreds of skateboards could have matched it loosely. Holloway did not know that.
He saw Jalen first.
The teenager had climbed from the bowl and stood near the flat section adjusting one shoe while his board rested beside him. Mustard-colored overshirt, white graphic T-shirt, loose olive cargo pants, gray high-top sneakers, Black teenager, expensive-looking skateboard.
Holloway’s attention locked.
Jalen noticed him several seconds later.
His posture changed.
Isaiah was on the opposite rim talking with another skater and did not see the beginning.
Holloway walked directly toward Jalen. “Hey.”
Jalen looked up.
“Hey.”
“That your board?”
Jalen already knew where this was going.
“Yes.”
Holloway looked down at it.
“Where’d you get it?”
Jalen exhaled.
“My brother.”
Holloway’s expression changed slightly.
“Which brother?”
“The one who bought it.”
“Funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
Several nearby teenagers turned toward them.
Holloway removed his sunglasses.
“What’s your name?”
“You know my name.”
Holloway recognized him then.
“Brooks.”
Jalen said nothing.
Holloway looked at the board again.
“We had one reported stolen nearby this morning.”
“This isn’t it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it’s mine.”
Holloway bent toward the deck.
“Pick it up.”
Jalen did.
Holloway held out one hand.
“Let me see it.”
Jalen kept the board against his leg.
“No.”
That answer changed the officer’s tone.
“No?”
“You asked me this last time.”
“This is a different situation.”
“It’s the same board.”
“I didn’t say your board was stolen last time.”
“You asked me where I got it.”
Holloway looked around at the teenagers now watching.
“Hand me the board.”
Jalen shook his head.
“No.”
Holloway stepped closer.
“Listen, kid.”
“It has my name under the grip tape.”
“What?”
“My name.”