“And we both know, given who she is married to, Olivia has a lot of love for the cops.”
“So for her to get pissed like that, something wasn’t right.” Jenny finishes. “Help yourself to the tape. I don’t know what’s going on, but if the cop has nothing to hide, what does it matter anyway?”
She pulls out her cell phone before looking back up at me. “If you give me your email, I’ll send you over a copy.”
“Ah, I love technology.” I grin.
“I’ll admit I was resistant. It’s not always easy to teach an old dog new tricks, but this makes things so much easier.”
“Thanks, Jen. I’ll see you around.”
“Drop by later, and I’ll get my girl to make you today’s special—a glazed donut latte.”
“You sure know a way to a man’s heart,” I tease as I walk backward to the door.
“Through the third and fourth rib, right?” she replies with a chuckle, waving me away. I open the door and head out to Marcus. Olivia is gone by the time I reach him, but I can see a few others have gathered around to see what’s going on.
I whistle when I get a look at the damage. “Jesus, the rookie wasn’t messing around. You thinking drugs?”
“I’m thinking Andy Dennis told me the rookie came in to tell the owner her taillight was out.”
I look at the taillight and nod. Then I look down and see all the glass on the ground. “Looks like someone must have clipped the van or something while she was parked here.”
Marcus takes a few shots of the scene with his phone while I lean against his car and pull up the video in my email. At first, I’m not sure what to expect. When the van pulls in and the passenger hops out, I know exactly who the van belongs to.
“Motherfucker,” I curse under my breath as Sorrow disappears inside the store. She’s inside for maybe ten minutes before a squad car pulls up and parks next to the van, and the rookie climbs out. I frown and pause the video when he walks inside. “I thought you said the rookie went in to tell her she had a taillight out?”
Marcus looks over at me and nods. “That’s what Andy said. Why?”
I wave him over before starting the clip up again.
“Taillight’s intact when he heads in,” he mutters.
“Exactly.”
We watch without comment until Sorrow and the rookie leave the store, walking over to the van. Sorrow steps around the back, leaving her cart between her van and the squad car. I see her frowning and zoom in just as the rookie walks around and looks at the light. He says something before pulling out his nightstick and smashing the light.
“That motherfucker,” Marcus hisses.
I growl when the footage shows the rookie grabbing Sorrow’s wrist. He leans in and whispers something to her before pulling out what looks to be a breathalyzer. She blows into it without a fuss before he yanks it free from her mouth and shoves it intohis pocket without looking at it. The next thing we see is him spinning her around and pinning her to the van before he cuffs her.
“What is this asshole’s problem? He never even looked at the test. I’d love to know exactly what charges he’s hauling her in on,” Marcus snaps as we watch her being shoved into the back of the squad car. I keep staring, unable to see her anymore. The rookie trashes her van and kicks over her cart, before climbing into the front seat of the squad car and drinking off.
“I’m taking this to the police station for Wade to see. I’ve also emailed a copy to Blake.”
Marcus looks at me, his eyes roving over me. Something in my voice gave me away. “You know this girl?”
“I used to. It’s Sorrow.”
“Sorrow? Wait, your brother’s—” He snaps his mouth closed.
“I need to go down there.”
I move to stand, but Marcus holds me back. “Whoa, you can’t just waltz into a police station demanding answers.”
“Oh yeah? Watch me.”
He stares at me before shaking his head. “Even if it were one of the other guys, I’d tell them the same, but it’s worse with you. This is a conflict of interest, and you know it.”
