“Save it,” Johnson cut him off, his voice sharp. “Agent Carter, what can we do for you?”

“My son, Jamal Carter, was wrongfully arrested and assaulted by your officer,” Carter stated, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of anger. “I demand his immediate release, and I expect a full investigation into this matter.”

Jamal, sitting in the interrogation room, felt a surge of relief but also a simmering anger. The brutality he suffered was not just about him; it was about something much larger, something that had happened too often to people who didn’t have an FBI agent for a father.