As Miller
walked me to the booking chair, a other deputies leaned toward him and whispered something I wasn’t supposed to hear.
“He’s picked up people for a lot less than this.”
Miller remained silent.
Voss swaggered into his office and slammed the door. Through the glass, I saw him lounge in his leather chair, boots on his desk, and reach for his phone.Source Fabrics
Then my government phone buzzed again inside the purse in Miller’s hands.
Miller studied the purse. After hesitating, he followed procedure and he unzipped it to inventory the contents and find my ID.
He removed my wallet and opened it.
Then he removed the black leather credential case tucked behind it.
His fingers froze.
It was a gold seal with an eagle, and beneath it the words United States District Court, Northern District of Georgia, with my photograph and name: The Honorable Amara J. Whitlock, United States District Find Legal Help
