The restaurant doors burst open as backup patrol cars arrived, their blue and red lights strobing against the windows. Two younger officers rushed in with their hands on their weapons, confused by the sight of their colleague pinned to the table.
“Put him down and step away!” one officer shouted, his voice cracking as he looked at Miller’s desperate face. I didn’t move my knee from Miller’s back, keeping my eyes fixed on the newcomers with a cold, unyielding authority.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small leather wallet that held my true identity. I flipped it open, and the gold shield of a Detective Inspector glinted under the chandeliers, stopping the patrolmen in their tracks.
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