In a split second, Jenny decided to do the same. Quietly, she reached for her phone, concealed in her purse. With trembling hands, she activated the camera, making sure to angle it discreetly so that the officer wouldn’t notice. She had to capture whatever was about to happen.
The officer approached her car again, his expression stern and unyielding. Jenny could feel the tension mounting. As he reached her window, his hand shot out, firmly gripping her arm. Caught off guard by this sudden aggression, she emitted a high-pitched scream. “I said, get out of the car!” he barked, his voice laced with impatience and authority. He clearly wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. With his dash cam off, he felt he could use other methods to make her cooperate.