"Keep your badge on. You'll need it in 20 minutes."
The words hung in the overcast air, a definitive death sentence to the officer's career and freedom. The executive turned his back on the trembling cop with absolute disdain. He walked with measured, unhurried steps toward the waiting luxury black sedan. The bodyguard holding the rear door open offered a brief, respectful nod before the executive slipped into the shadowy leather interior of the vehicle. As the heavy car door slammed shut with a solid, expensive thud, the officer was left standing utterly alone on the pavement, surrounded by dozens of glaring smartphone lenses, listening to the ticking of a twenty-minute clock he could not stop.