Peterson's face dropped. The external audit—the one that had the entire union in an uproar because it demanded full access to their encrypted dispatch and patrol logs.
"For the past month, my firm has run a deep-dive data analysis on the 44th District," Nadine explained, her voice cold and clinical. She was in her element now, dismantling them with facts, not emotion. "We utilized machine learning algorithms to map the patrol routes, detainment records, and escalation reports of your officers. We wanted to see if the complaints of racial profiling in Windsor Hills were isolated incidents or systemic policy."
Nadine paused, letting the weight of her words settle over the driveway. Down the street, Beatrice Langley was still standing on the sidewalk, her phone held high, recording every single word.
"I want you to look at the reality of your leadership, Captain," Nadine said.
Data comparison: the 44th District versus state averages, last 24 months. The audit's data revealed staggering discrepancies between the 44th District and comparable distributions in the state:
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Under Peterson's command, minority drivers constituted 68% of all traffic stops, compared to a 14% state average.
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Non-felony use of force incidents skyrocketed to 112 cases, dwarfing the average of 23.
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Furthermore, officers logged 405 suspicious person detentions—89% involving minorities—drastically exceeding the norm of 60.
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Ultimately, these aggressive, pretextual tactics proved entirely ineffective, yielding a dismal 0.02% success rate in solving actual property crimes. (Note: Data extracted directly from encrypted precinct logs via Brooks Holdings cyber audit.)
Peterson stared at Nadine, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Hearing the data spoken aloud, contextualized by the undeniable reality of his officer standing there having just assaulted the woman who compiled it, left him entirely defenseless.
"The data is irrefutable, Captain," Nadine continued. "Your officers do not protect this community. They occupy it. They harass minorities under the guise of neighborhood watch policies. Officer Gentry here didn't stop me because he thought I was a mail thief. He stopped me because he saw a black woman in sweatpants in a wealthy neighborhood, and his training, under your command, told him I was a target."
"Ma'am, I swear to you, we do not train our officers to—" Peterson started, desperate to save his own pension.
"Save it for the Department of Justice, Captain," Governor Whitmore interrupted, stepping forward. The political fury radiated off him. "Because of Ms. Brooks' findings, and because of what I just witnessed with my own two eyes, the state is taking immediate action."
Whitmore looked at Peterson, listing the consequences with devastating precision: