"He's trespassing on approved development zoning!" Briggs barked, gesturing dismissively toward the open fields.
Chapter II: The Phone on the Dirt
Sterling let out a smooth, condescending chuckle as he stepped forward, adjusting his suit cuffs.
"Your deed was condemned under municipal domain this morning, old man," Sterling sneered. "Sign the transfer waiver, or Officer Briggs will book you for felony trespassing and resistance."
Briggs's junior partner, Officer Gallimi, stood near the front bumper of the patrol cruiser, looking distinctly uneasy as he watched the one-armed veteran struggle on the ground.
Frank didn't argue. He didn't beg.
Slowly reaching his right hand into his pocket, Frank pulled out a rugged, matte-black satellite communications phone.
He pressed a single encrypted speed-dial and brought the device to his ear.
Sitting against the truck wheel, Frank leveled an icy, razor-sharp gaze directly at the three men standing in front of him.