She also knew Voss's camera had been activated.
But the presence of cameras didn't appear to restrain him.
Instead, he seemed to grow more aggressive whenever Camille remained calm.
He wanted her to become angry.
Perhaps because anger would give him another justification for escalating.
Camille recognized the dynamic.
She refused to participate.
Voss walked toward the driver's door.
He looked inside through the tinted glass.
Then tapped the window with his baton.
Camille watched carefully.
"Deputy, please don't damage the car."
He turned.
"Maybe you should've thought about that before refusing to cooperate."
She felt a chill.
For the first time, she believed he might actually destroy the vehicle.
"There's no emergency requiring you to break a window," she said.
Voss laughed.
"That's your opinion."
He turned toward Solis.
"Get the tow company on the line."
Solis hesitated.
"Sir, dispatch hasn't confirmed an impound basis."
His expression hardened.
"Do your job."
The younger deputy looked toward Camille.
For a moment, she seemed ready to challenge him again.
Then she stepped back and contacted communications to clarify the vehicle status.
Voss raised his baton.
Camille took one step backward.
And the first window shattered.
The sound was enormous.
Tempered glass sprayed across the black door and landed in glittering fragments along the concrete.
Camille's breath caught.
For a moment, she stared at the damaged window.
The Bentley was more than an expensive possession.
Her father had helped her inspect the car before she purchased it.
He'd spent nearly an hour examining the bodywork, suspension, and service history with the careful satisfaction of a mechanic who had worked his entire life around machines.
When she finally bought it, he stood beside the vehicle smiling like a proud child.
"You bought a good one," he'd said.
Camille remembered laughing.
"You taught me how to check."
Samuel had placed one hand on the roof.
Then told her something she never forgot.
"Don't ever let somebody convince you that enjoying what you've earned is something to apologize for."
Now she watched a deputy smash the window without establishing that the car was stolen.
Her first emotion wasn't fear.
It was disbelief.
Then anger.
She swallowed it.
Not because the anger was wrong.
Because she wanted to remain fully aware of what happened next.
"Deputy, you need to stop damaging the vehicle."
Voss looked toward her.
He was breathing heavily.
His expression seemed almost pleased by her reaction.
"You don't get to give commands."
Camille held his gaze.
"I'm not issuing a command. I'm telling you the damage is unnecessary."
He raised the baton again.
Solis stepped forward.
"Sergeant, stop. We haven't confirmed a stolen vehicle."
Voss swung.
The rear side window shattered.
Glass scattered across the back seat.
Harold shouted from across the street.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Voss turned toward him.