Drunk Cops Threatened Two Black Twins at a Bar — Then the Badges in Their Purses Ended the Party

Dominique stepped up beside her sister, displaying her own identical federal credentials. Special Agent Dominique Carter, Office of Professional Responsibility, Dominique added coldly. You were saying something about arresting us, Sergeant? Dalton’s hand began to shake visibly. The alcohol draining from his system was rapidly replaced by a cold, sickening wave of absolute panic. He looked down at Mark Stevens, who was groaning on the floor holding his shattered wrist, and then toward Kyle Boyd, who was still flat on his back staring up at the ceiling in utter disbelief. Behind the bar, Luis Ramirez slowly pulled out his cell phone, its camera lens pointed directly at Dalton’s trembling pistol. You can lower the firearm now, Dalton, Danielle said, stepping forward instead of backing away.