Right on cue, two black unmarked SUVs turned into the cul-de-sac, followed by a county sheriff’s supervisor cruiser. Three plainclothes investigators and a senior precinct commander stepped out, their badges clearly displayed on their vests.
The commander walked straight up to Miller, his face grim with disgust. "Officer Miller, surrender your service weapon, your badge, and the keys to that cruiser right now. You are suspended pending immediate criminal indictment."
Miller stood paralyzed as his own colleagues stripped him of his belt and badge, while Victoria burst into frantic, useless tears beside him.
David casually reached up, tapped the bodycam to save the local recording, and watched in calm satisfaction as the neighborhood’s biggest bullies were led away—proving once and for all that a badge cannot shield corruption when truth is recorded in broad daylight.