NovelBookChapter 938: The officer standing nearby noticed him freeze and spoke up. “Mr. Stevens, everything all right?" Brannon snapped out of it, cleared his throat loudly, and said with a smug edge, "You're not needed here. Get out." "But..." The officer hesitated, then added, "Sir, this isn't exactly by the book." "You think I need a lesson from you on how to handle a suspect? Rules bend when they need to!" Brannon's voice sharpened as he grabbed the officer's collar and shoved him back. "This one's not just any suspect. I'll handle her myself. Now get out!" "But-" the officer started, trying to speak up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrannon didn't let him finish. “Why are you running your mouth so much? Arion's not here. That makesthe boss!" He gave the officer one last push and slammed the door shut behind him.
Outside, the officer stared at the closed door. He let out a slow sigh, already used to this kind of thing. Brannon held the title of deputy director, but everyone knew it was his deep connections that kept him untouchable. He never missed a chance to throw his weight around.
The last officer who crossed Brannon didn't just get a warning-he was stripped of his badge and kicked out on the spot.
If someone as arrogant and heavy-handed as Brannon ever climbed higher up the ladder, everyone at the station knew their lives would turn into a nightmare.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCorrine sat back, one leg crossed over the other. Her fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the lock on her cuffs. The soft click of the door locking reached her ears, making her brow crease ever so slightly.
Brannon shuffled through a few papers, pretending to review something important. Then he glanced up at her with a sly, unpleasant smile. “You've got sreal fight in you for someone so young. Did you know the people you beat up are still stuck in the hospital?” Corrine's expression cooled. "Maybe you should spend less tworrying aboutand more tfiguring out who hired them to cafter me." "Relax, we'll get to everything that matters,” Brannon said. He tossed the papers onto the table with a loud slap, and then strolled around behind her, slow and deliberate.
He glanced back at the surveillance camera, adjusted its angle slightly, and directly in front of then stepped directly it his broad frblocking the entire view.
A faint, pleasant scent drifted from Corrine. It caught him offguard-sweet and distracting, almost intoxicating.
Brannon leaned down, one hand landing firmly on her shoulder, "If you confess now, things might go easier for you. Keep fighting, and you'll regret it. Be smart and-ah!"
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