Slowly, he turned.
“Excuse me?”
Halpern approached with his hands resting near his belt.
“Where did you get that?”
Marcus looked down at his jacket.
“Get what?”
“The costume.”
Marcus studied him for a moment.
“This isn’t a costume.”
“Sure.”
Halpern stepped closer, examining the ribbons and insignia.
“You collecting decorations now?”
Several shoppers slowed down.
Marcus remained composed.
“I’m on my way to an official ceremony.”
“Official?”
“Yes.”
“What organization?”
Marcus looked directly into his eyes.
“Virginia State Police.”
Halpern laughed.
It wasn't friendly.
Marcus immediately understood that the encounter had changed.
“You expect me to believe that?”
“You can verify it.”
Halpern walked around him.
“I know enough about uniforms to know something’s wrong here.”
“What exactly?”
Halpern pointed toward Marcus’s commissioner insignia.
“That.”
Marcus looked down.
“What about it?”
“People don’t just walk around shopping centers dressed like this.”
“I stopped to buy something.”
“In full dress uniform?”
“I’m attending a ceremony.”
“You already said that.”
“Because you asked twice.”
Halpern's expression hardened.
“Identification.”
Marcus reached slowly inside his jacket.
Halpern’s hand moved toward his belt.
“Slow.”
Marcus immediately stopped.
“My identification is inside my jacket.”
“I said slow.”
Marcus pulled out a black credential wallet.
Before he could open it, Halpern grabbed his wrist.
Marcus’s eyes sharpened.
“Officer.”
“What?”
“Let go.”
“Not until I know what you’re reaching for.”
“You asked for identification.”
A woman beside the shopping carts lifted her phone.
Then another shopper did the same.
Marcus noticed.
So did Halpern.
Instead of calming him, the presence of witnesses seemed to make the officer more determined.
“Open it.”
Marcus did.
His credential displayed his photograph, commissioner title, department seal, and state identification number.
Halpern looked at it for barely two seconds.
Then laughed.
“That’s fake.”
Marcus stared at him.
“Call the verification number.”
“I don’t need to.”
“Yes, you do.”
Halpern stepped closer.
“Don’t tell me what I need to do.”
Marcus closed the credential wallet.
“You accused me of impersonating an official. I provided identification. Verify it.”
“You don’t give orders here.”
Marcus took a breath.