“Colonel, I asked a question,” Bradford snapped. “Do you know who I am? I am a United States senator. I vote on your budget. Release my son.”
“I am not here for politics, Senator,” Reynolds said calmly. “I am here because your son, Preston Bradford, assaulted a dependent of the United States military. This is a felony.”
Bradford scoffed, sharp and dismissive. “A felony? It was a playground fight. My son is a gentleman. He doesn’t hit girls.”
“He does,” Reynolds said evenly, “when he thinks no one is watching. Just as you try to manipulate officers when you believe your influence shields your family.”
Bradford slammed his fist on the table. “So this is about money? You want a settlement? I can write a check right now. Take the money, take your daughter, and leave my school.”
Reynolds’s eyes bore into him. “Is that your solution for everything? Buying control? Buying innocence?”
Bradford’s face reddened. “You think the world works differently?”