Excerpt from His Name Is George Floyd by Robert Samuels, Toluse Olorunnipa, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

After a few minutes, Floyd gathered his bearings. He shook himself and patted his pockets for the car keys.

"Floyd, look, that little boy said that money wasn't real," Hill told him. "They about to call the police."

They already had. She glanced across the street and saw two police officers walking into the store. Minutes later, they stepped out.

"They're moving around a lot," one of the officers said to his partner as they approached the car. He gripped his flashlight.

Inside the vehicle, Floyd had started to panic, still searching for the keys. Hall was panicking, too, knowing he had drugs in the car that he needed to hide.

"I'm stuffing and tucking," Hall recalled. "So, the next thing you know, the cop is on his side, all you hear is--boom!"

At the sound of the flashlight hitting the window, Floyd turned to the officer with the terrified look of a man whose mama had told him what could happen when a Black man encountered the wrong police officer.

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