Victoria looked at the young officer. His uniform cap was slightly crooked, and a bead of sweat was running down his temple. He was trying to look stern, but his hands were hovering near his pockets as if he wanted to hide them.
“Are you placing me under arrest?” Victoria asked.
“We are detaining you for further investigation,” Vance said.
Victoria reached with her left hand toward her shirt pocket, where her phone was visible.
“I am going to record the remainder of this stop,” Victoria said.
Before her hand could touch the fabric of her shirt, Vance lunged forward. His large, calloused hand clamped down on her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back with a sudden, heavy jerk.
The force of his movement shoved her forward against the side of the sedan. The cold metal of the vehicle door pressing against her cheek as Vance grabs her wrist.
Vance twisted her arm upward, forcing her shoulder to lock.
