Chapter 19 - Page 274 - Louisiana Law

   "Yes," Jim replied. "I have a teenage girl and a seven-year-old girl with me."

   "Get 'em out of the truck," the officer commanded.

   Jim saw two more police cars pull up behind the second police car. All their lights were flashing. The dog never moved a muscle. "Officer," Jim asked, "what's with all the patrol cars? What's going on here?"

   The officer stuck the driver's license under Jim's chin and flipped it upwards. "I said to get those girls out of the truck."

   Jim looked at the officer with cold eyes. "Sir," he said, "you don't have any reason to harass me or my girls."

   The officer grabbed Jim's arm, twisted it behind his back, and shoved him against the truck. Jim's truck folder was knocked out of his hand. "Put your hands up on the side of the truck," the officer demanded.

   Jim placed his hands on the side of the truck as the officer spread Jim's legs apart with his foot. "What you're doing is illegal," Jim said.

   The officer ran his hands up and down Jim's body. "We'll see who goes to jail," he said, grinning.

   When he finished the body search, the officer slapped handcuffs on Jim's left wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. He grabbed Jim's right arm and twisted it behind him also. The other officers rushed up to assist the arresting officer, but he had already latched the cuffs on Jim's wrist.

   Rhasha had watched what was going on through the truck mirror. She jumped into the driver's seat and kicked the door open, then jumped down to the ground. Shanha was close behind her.

   "What are you doing to him?" Rhasha screamed. "Leave him alone." She hurried to check on Jim, but the arresting officer grabbed her, spun her around, and shoved her against the side of the truck.

   Shanha ran toward Jim. "Papa, Papa!" she cried. Tears running down her face. "Is that bad man hurting you?"