Miller froze. His gaze flicked down from David’s eyes to the wide-angle camera lens, then to the paper notice pinned beneath it.
"What is that?" Victoria demanded from behind, taking a half-step forward.
"That," David replied, turning slightly so both of them were centered in the high-definition frame, "is an Axon enterprise-grade bodycam, currently livestreaming audio, video, and GPS coordinates directly to the Internal Affairs division and the State Attorney General’s Special Corruption Taskforce."
The color rapidly drained from Officer Miller’s face. He stepped back as if he had just touched a live electrical wire.
"You see, Miller," David continued, his voice echoing across the quiet cul-de-sac where neighboring blinds were beginning to part, "I served twelve years as an investigator with the county prosecutor’s office before retiring to this quiet street. I know police protocol better than you do. You are in uniform, operating an official county vehicle off your assigned beat, attempting to use the threat of criminal arrest to enforce an illegal civil seizure for your wife's private HOA agenda."