Grant stared at Victoria’s identification card.
“You’re with the Department of Justice?”
Victoria nodded.
“Office of Inspector General.”
Miller took a step backward.
The confidence in his face had disappeared.
Grant looked at the wallet again.
Then at Victoria.
“Why didn’t you tell us that?”
Victoria gave him a tired smile.
“I tried to tell you I had done nothing wrong.”
“That doesn’t explain why you’re carrying federal credentials.”
“It doesn’t need to.”
Grant quickly removed the handcuffs.
The metal scraped against Victoria’s wrists as they fell open.
She rubbed her hands.
The skin was red where the cuffs had tightened.
Miller glanced toward the patrol vehicle.
“We made a mistake.”
Victoria looked at him.
“A mistake?”
Grant immediately interrupted.
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