"Chief Thompson," Crawford sneered, a hint of contempt lacing his greeting. "This family’s
causing a disturbance."
David stepped forward, his heart pounding not with fear, but with a righteous fury. He
positioned himself squarely between Crawford and his parents, a physical barrier against
the bigotry that wore a badge. "They're not causing any disturbance. You're harassing
innocent citizens."
The street had grown quiet, neighbors watching from their windows and lawns. David's
presence was a stark reminder of the shifting dynamics within the precinct. He was the
challenge to the old guard’s unchecked power. Yet Crawford’s stubbornness was rooted in
years of ingrained bias.
"Back off, Crawford," David warned, his voice steady but edged with urgency. "This ends
now."
For a moment, the air hung heavy with the possibility of violence. But Crawford, sensing