“These men put my daughter in the hospital with a concussion and bruised ribs,” Julian interrupted firmly. “I have the emergency intake records and witness statements. Dustin Freeman has a history of assault charges and domestic violence. I confronted him because he hurt my daughter. He and his associates attacked me. I neutralized the threat with the minimum amount of force my training permitted.”
Kent’s expression changed slightly. “Your training?”
“Fifteen years. Marine Corps hand-to-hand combat instructor. Fourth-degree black belt. I taught at Quantico. Before that, I served in Force Recon. Three combat deployments. Would you like to see my service record?”
The two detectives exchanged a long glance. Kent cleared his throat.
“Mr. Freeman’s uncle, Royce Clark, has filed a complaint. He wants us to arrest you for aggravated assault.”
“Royce Clark.” Julian took another sip of coffee. “Head of the Southside Vipers. Illicit markets, illegal gambling, racketeering. I’m surprised he’s interested in attracting police attention.”
