"Pay me two grand or I seize this rig and drag your ass out," Miller snarled, his voice laced with practiced malice. A rookie cop stood a few paces behind him, silently watching the extortion unfold.
Carter didn't flinch. He rested his arm casually on the window frame, staring down at the sweating officer with absolute, chilling composure. He was entirely in control of the narrative.
"Say the amount again," Carter replied smoothly. "Nice and clear."
Miller, blinded by his own perceived power and completely unaware of his impending doom, leaned in closer. "Two thousand. You keep running your mouth, I'll break your jaw."
Carter let out a slow, calculated smirk. He reached for the lapels of his black jacket.
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