I didn’t argue.
I pulled out my phone and called an ambulance.
Lisa laughed. “Go ahead. My dad runs this town. Who do you think they’re going to believe?”
I said nothing.
When the police arrived, her father—Chief Reynolds—walked in as if he owned the place.
Lisa rushed over to him, piecing together her version of events.
He didn’t question her. He didn’t care about Eli. He didn’t ask anyone else.
He walked straight toward me.
“You’re under arrest,” he barked.
“Why?”
“For causing trouble. Endangering a child.”
I looked him in the eye. “Your daughter knocked my son unconscious.”
“Watch your tone,” he snapped as he reached for his handcuffs.
Then he blocked the paramedics from getting through.
That was enough.
I stood up slowly and reached into my pocket.
Lisa yelled, “He’s got something!”
But it wasn’t a gun.
It was my ID.
I opened it.
Four silver stars stared at him.
GENERAL CLAIRE DONOVAN.
The color drained from his face.
He froze.
His hand fell. The handcuffs slipped from his fingers.
“You just threatened a high-ranking officer,” I said calmly. “And you’re obstructing medical care for a minor.”
His confidence crumbled.
Behind him, Lisa giggled. “Dad, what are you doing? Arrest her!”
He turned, panic blazing in his eyes. “Shut up!”
Then she looked at me again—trembling.
“Please… I didn’t know…”
“You didn’t need to know,” I replied coldly. “The law still applies.”
