Get Out, Scum! Cop Yelled... Froze When Both Flashed Internal Affairs IDs
Chapter 7
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"Are you kidding me, Liam?" Kowalski screamed, his voice shattering with betrayal. "You gave the order at roll call! You told me to get our forfeiture numbers up by targeting out-of-town plates!""Both of you shut your mouths!" David commanded, the sheer force of his voice silencing the two corrupt officers instantly. "Sergeant Donovan, you are hereby relieved of your duties. Unholster your weapon and place it on the hood of your vehicle. Now."Donovan hesitated, the instinct to fight warring with the logical certainty that his career was dead. Slowly, utterly defeated, he unclipped his belt and placed his weapon on the hood."Kowalski, you too," Khloe ordered.As the two disgraced officers disarmed themselves in the freezing rain, three unmarked black SUVs suddenly crested the hill, red and blue lights flashing silently in their grilles. The state police had arrived. The real backup wasn't there for the Oak Haven cops: it was there to haul them away.The flashing lights of the state police vehicles turned the rainy intersection into a surreal, chaotic theater. Six heavily armed state troopers piled out of the unmarked SUVs, immediately moving to secure the scene. They bypassed David and Khloe with respectful nods and closed in on Sergeant Donovan and Officer Kowalski, seamlessly slapping steel handcuffs onto their wrists. The metallic clicks echoed sharply over the drone of the rain.Kowalski was weeping openly now, his shoulders trembling as a trooper patted him down. Donovan stared at the asphalt, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked as if his teeth might shatter, entirely consumed by the realization that his kingdom was gone.But the arrests on Route 114 were only the first phase of the operation. David and Khloe had a much larger target in their sights: leaving the state troopers to process the scene, the two investigators climbed back into the Malibu.The drive to the Oak Haven Police precinct took less than ten minutes. The precinct was a sprawling, state-of-the-art brick building funded largely by the very civil asset forfeitures and predatory ticketing that David and Khloe were there to dismantle. They walked through the double glass doors of the precinct just after 1:00 in the morning, their clothes still damp, their gold badges now prominently displayed on lanyards around their necks. Four more state troopers flanked them, carrying empty bankers boxes.The young desk sergeant at the front counter looked up, annoyed by the late-night intrusion, but the words died in his throat the moment he saw the IA credentials."Where is Chief Richard Montgomery?" David asked, his voice echoing in the cavernous lobby."He... he's at home, sir," the desk sergeant stammered, his hands nervously hovering over his keyboard."Call him. Tell him to get down here right now," Khloe instructed. "And step away from the computer. This entire building is now an active crime scene."Within 45 minutes, Chief Richard Montgomery burst through the precinct doors: a portly, silver-haired politician wearing an expensive trench coat thrown hastily over a tracksuit. He stormed toward David and Khloe, projecting an aura of outraged indignation."What is the meaning of this?" Montgomery bellowed, pointing a finger at David. "You can't just storm into my precinct in the middle of the night! I have friends in the governor's office! I want you out of my building right now!"