Stay smart. Giovanni Vitale, you're under arrest for witness intimidation and aggravated assault, Benton announced loud enough for the gathering crowd of deputies to hear. Get him out of here. They led Geo to a cruiser. Kenny and Cole smirked from behind Benton's bulk.
The bikers melted away into the shadows, their job done. Malik stayed where he'd fallen, ribs screaming with each breath. No one offered to help him up. No one called an ambulance. Benton looked down at him with cold satisfaction.
Looks like you took quite a fall there, boy. The sheriff said, Should be more careful where you walk at night. The cruiser's tail lights receded into the darkness, taking Geo away. Malik pressed his hand against his throbbing ribs, feeling blood trickle down his chin. The mill loomed silent above him, witness to another injustice in a town full of them.
Malik winced as Darlene pressed the cold washcloth against his swollen jaw. They sat at their kitchen table, the first aid kit spread out between them. Every breath sent sharp pains through his ribs. Hold still. Darlene said, dabbing antiseptic on a cut above his eye.
Her hands trembled slightly. These could have used stitches. I'm okay, Mom. Malik tried to smile, but stopped when it hurt too much. Rosa sat across from them, her phone propped against a coffee mug.
She pressed play and Kenny's voice filled the kitchen. To talk. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. The whole ambush had been captured in crystal clear audio. The sounds of footsteps, the bikers emerging, the violence, it was all there.
Even Kenny and Cole's commentary as Malik was beaten. I hid behind the loading dock as soon as I saw you heading in, Rosa explained. Knew something wasn't right. Darling's jaw tightened as she listened to the recording. Those animals, she whispered.
And that sheriff, arresting Geo instead of them. They planned it perfectly, Malik said. Set up the trap, had the bikers ready, knew Geo would come for me. He pressed the ice pack harder against his ribs. They wanted him arrested.
Now they can paint him as the violent one. A soft knock at the back door made them all jump. It was Leon, still in his janitor's uniform despite the late hour. He stepped into the kitchen, his weathered face creasing with concern when he saw Malik's injuries. Lord have mercy, he muttered.
They worked you over good, didn't they? Malik nodded carefully. But we got proof this time. Rosa recorded everything. That's good.
Leon reached into his pocket. But I got something better. Metal clinked as he set an ancient key ring on the table. Dozens of keys, large and small, hung from the main loop. What are those for?
Rosa asked. Every door in Grantham High. Been carrying them 30 years. Leon's eyes held a fierce light. Including the records room.
The one they think is locked tight. Malik leaned forward despite his aching body. What's in there? Everything. Leon said simply.
Security footage going back 5 years, incident reports, financial records. He tapped one key that looked older than the others. They don't know I kept copies when they switched to electronic locks. Too cheap to change the old mechanisms. The truth, Malik said softly.
It's all just sitting there. Waiting for someone brave enough to show it. Leon agreed. Someone who won't back down, no matter how hard they hit him. Rosa was already typing on her phone.
The school board meeting is next week. They always live stream it for parents who can't attend. She looked up, eyes bright. But I've got access to the AV setup. We could show everything.
The unedited fight footage, the mill recording, whatever we find in those records. In front of the whole town, Malik said. With their cameras running. Darlene touched his bruised hand. Baby, are you sure?
These people they've shown what they're willing to do. That's exactly why we have to do it, Malik replied. They think they can beat us into staying quiet. But Mom, you taught me better than that. Leon nodded slowly.
Your daddy's way would be to hit back harder. But sometimes the truth hits hardest of all. We'll need help, Rosa said. Miss Avery, your mom's ledger photos, everything we can get. Malik's phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number. Your father says to be careful, it read. He can help if you need it. Malik typed back quickly. We're doing it our way.
Then he looked at the others gathered around his kitchen table. First, we need to see what's in that records room. Tomorrow night, Leon said. I'll leave the side door unlocked during basketball practice. Security's always watching the gym then.
Rosa held up her phone. I'll set up the live stream channel now. They'll never be able to take it down fast enough once it starts. Darlene squeezed Malik's hand. I'll get those ledger photos ready.
And baby? She touched his bruised face gently. I'm proud of you. For fighting smart instead of just fighting. Malik looked at the key ring glinting under the kitchen lights.