“Before you take me anywhere, I need you to take something out of my pocket.”
The officers looked at one another.
“What?”
“My right pocket.”
The second officer frowned.
“What's in it?”
“My hands are behind my back. I can't reach it.”
The first officer stared at her.
Victoria continued.
“Take it out.”
The officer seemed suspicious.
“Why don't you tell us what it is?”
Victoria's expression remained calm.
“Because I want you to see it for yourselves.”
The second officer stepped closer.
The two men exchanged a brief glance.
Until that moment, they had appeared confident.
They had been in control.
Victoria was handcuffed, standing beside her vehicle, and seemingly unable to do anything.
But suddenly, she was asking one of them to reach into her pocket.
The request clearly made them uncomfortable.
“What exactly are you carrying?” the first officer demanded.
Victoria looked directly at him.
“Take it out.”
