"David... listen, let's not get carried away," Miller stammered, his authoritarian bark dissolving into panic as sweat beaded on his forehead. "This was just a... a neighborhood dispute check."
"No," David interrupted firmly. "You called it an official order on camera. That constitutes felony abuse of police powers, official oppression under state penal code section 39.03, and attempted extortion under color of law."
Victoria’s arrogance shattered. She clutched her binder against her stomach, backing toward the patrol car. "Mark, let's go. Let's just leave!"
"Too late for that, Victoria," David said, pointing to the end of the street.