The sound of police sirens echoed faintly down the street before a white-and-blue cruiser came to a halt right in front of the studio.
By the time the officers stepped out, the tape across the glass doors had been ripped cleanly in half and tossed aside like useless garbage.
One of the officers took in the scene.
"What happened here?" the officer asked.
Before the man could speak, Evelyn stepped forward smoothly. "I called you. I'm Evelyn Carter, one of the owners of this studio. These men arrived this morning claiming there were problems with my paperwork. When I asked for specifics, one of them became disrespectful and told me to 'find someone to put in a good word.'"
The officer's gaze shifted briefly toward the man, who looked ready to explode. "She hit me!" he shouted, voice muffled by the tissue. "She attacked a government official!"
