He took a half step back, his instincts as a former prosecutor kicking in, assess the threat, analyze the body language. What he saw was a young man with too much ego and too little training. "Can I help you, officer?" Thorne asked. His voice was polite, the kind of professional courtesy one public servant extends to another.
Vincent didn't return the courtesy. He didn't even say hello. "You need to move this vehicle, now." Thorne blinked, confused. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." Vincent barked, stepping into Thorne's personal space. "The manager wants you gone. You're loitering..."