“You match the description of a suspect in an armed theft,” he said. “And right now, you’re resisting arrest.”
I had neither moved nor spoken loudly.
He dragged me from the booth, jolting the table and overturning my water. Water and ice streamed across the Formica onto the floor. Someone gasped; an older customer half stood, saw Voss’s expression, then sat again.
Nobody objected; in Georgia’s Pell County, nobody had challenged Dalton Voss for twelve years.
Voss whispered near my ear, savoring his cruelty.
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