"Stop destroying them!"
She stepped forward instinctively.
Mercer reacted by shoving her shoulder.
Talia stumbled backward onto the grass, catching herself before she fell. Her black handbag slipped from her shoulder, struck the ground, and spilled several small belongings beside the flowerbed.
"That's it!" Mercer barked. "You're under arrest!"
The younger officer stepped toward them.
"Sergeant, she hasn't—"
"Officer Bennett, cuff her!"
The woman hesitated.
For a moment, her eyes moved from Talia to the damaged rosebushes, then to the sergeant.
Talia straightened.
"Officer, please listen. I live here. My name is on the deed."
Mercer pointed toward the house.
"You're interfering with a lawful removal order!"
"There is no removal order!"
He stepped toward her again.
"Hands behind your back!"
Talia knew exactly how quickly the situation could become dangerous. She raised her hands slowly and allowed the younger officer to position them behind her, though the movement pulled uncomfortably against her shoulders.
The handcuffs closed.
A metallic click sounded through the quiet garden.
Across the street, an elderly neighbor began recording with her phone.
Another resident stepped onto his porch.
Talia looked down at the crushed roses beneath Mercer's boots and felt tears gathering in her eyes.
But she refused to let them fall.
"Sergeant," she said, her voice cold and deliberate, "you need to verify my identity before this goes any further."
He laughed.
"I don't care who you think you are."
Then Officer Bennett noticed the black leather identification wallet lying beside the fallen handbag.
She crouched to retrieve it.
The wallet had opened when it struck the ground.
Inside was a gold official credential card displaying a state seal.
Bennett's expression changed.
She picked it up and read the name.
Then the agency.
Then the title printed beneath Talia's photograph.
For several seconds, she stopped breathing.
"Sergeant?"
Mercer didn't turn.
"What?"
Bennett looked toward Talia.
Then back at the card.
Her voice trembled.
"Sergeant, she's the State Police Oversight Director."
Mercer froze.
He slowly turned.
Bennett held up the credential.
The gold lettering was unmistakable.
STATE OFFICE OF INSPECTOR GENERAL — DIRECTOR, POLICE OVERSIGHT DIVISION.
For a moment, the sergeant simply stared.
Then he looked toward Talia.
The beautiful woman remained handcuffed beside her mother's ruined rose garden, wearing camouflage shorts, an olive-green crop top, and tan boots.
Her expression was perfectly still.
Mercer swallowed.
"That badge is fake."
Bennett shook her head.
"Sir, there's a verification number."
His eyes narrowed.
"Then verify it."
She took out her radio.
And thirty seconds later, the confirmation she received made the color drain from Mercer's face.