"I gave you one," he said. His hand rested briefly near his holster, and his voice lost its artificial warmth. "Get out of the car."
Olivia complied, moving slowly onto the wet pavement and closing the driver's door behind her. Rain immediately soaked the shoulders of her blazer, and a cold gust lifted loose curls from the back of her head. She was afraid, but the fear sharpened her attention rather than scattering it. She noticed that Reed had placed himself between her and the trunk while Daniels was already moving toward the rear quarter panel.
"I intend to search your vehicle," Reed said.
"I do not consent to a search," Olivia replied. "If you believe you have a lawful basis, please identify it and document it."
Reed studied her for a moment. "I smelled marijuana when you lowered your window."
"There isn't any marijuana in my vehicle," she said. "And I dispute that you smelled it."
"Your legal theories don't change what I observed. Daniels, check the trunk."
Olivia turned her head toward the other officer, but Reed stepped into her line of sight. "Stay right here."
"Captain, I am telling you clearly that I do not consent."
He leaned closer. "And I'm telling you that your cooperation is no longer required."
The trunk opened behind him with a dull mechanical pop. Olivia heard Daniels shift something across the cargo lining and then heard him call for the captain in a voice too deliberate to sound surprised. Reed waited half a heartbeat before turning. The pause was slight, but Olivia had spent a professional lifetime listening for pauses that did not belong where people put them.
"Captain," Daniels called. "You need to see this."
Reed walked toward the trunk and stood where Olivia could see only his back. The rain rolled from the brim of his cap in a steady line, and his shoulders moved as he reached into the vehicle. When he turned, he held a clear outer evidence bag containing three tightly wrapped packages of white powder. He raised it high enough for Rodriguez and the arriving patrol camera to capture the display.
"Miss Turner," Reed said gravely, "I believe you have a very serious problem."
"That wasn't in my car."
"Three kilograms of what appears to be cocaine," he continued, ignoring her. "Would you like to explain?"
"You know exactly how it got there," Olivia said. She looked past him toward Daniels, whose eyes had settled on the pavement. "I want every recording preserved. Every minute. I want the officers' names and every movement near my trunk documented."
Reed's face tightened. "You're in no position to make demands."
"I'm in a position to tell the truth."
Daniels approached with handcuffs. Rodriguez took an involuntary step forward, then stopped as Reed turned toward him. Olivia could see the younger officer's discomfort and wished it were enough to make him speak. Instead, he watched Daniels take her wrists and secure the restraints while Reed recited the charge in the solemn voice he used for cameras.