At the sheriff’s station, Deputy Caleb Miller opened my purse to inventory its contents. When he discovered my federal judicial credentials, his hands froze. My identification clearly displayed my name and position as a United States District Judge. He looked toward Sheriff Voss, who was still celebrating his arrest. Before Caleb could explain, three FBI agents entered the building alongside federal investigators. Special Agent Renee Calloway approached me immediately and examined my injured wrists.
“Judge Whitlock, are you hurt?” she asked. Voss’s confident expression disappeared. He finally realized that the woman he’d humiliated was connected to something far bigger than his authority.
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