Black Twins Threatened By Cops At Bar. Next,  Unaware They Are Both FBI Agents

“You can complain from your cell.” The twins were pushed through the doorway into the humid darkness. Harsh security lights warped their shadows as they were marched to the car.

 The air smelled like impending rain, thick and metallic. Hank walked behind them, boots scraping asphalt. “You know what happens to cops who land in prison?” he asked conversational.continue reading …