“I don’t make mistakes in my county, lady.”
He leaned close enough for me to smell old coffee and cigar smoke. Wrenching my right arm backward, he fastened the other cuff with a sharp click.
“You match the description of a suspect in an armed theft,” he said. “And right now, you’re resisting arrest.”Find Police Jobs
I had neither moved nor spoken loudly.
He dragged me from the booth, jolting the table and overturning my water. Water and ice streamed across the Formica onto the floor. Someone gasped; an older customer half stood, saw Voss’s expression, then sat again.
Nobody objected; in Georgia’s Pell County, nobody had challenged Dalton Voss for twelve years.
Voss whispered near my ear, savoring his cruelty.
“You think you’re clever? In my town, nobody hears you scream. And nobody’s coming to save you.”
He pushed me through the glass doors toward his running patrol car. A young
