"I have financial records," Maya said.
"What kind?"
"Transfers between mall-linked corporations, probation companies, and consulting firms associated with city officials."
Denise studied the documents.
"I can connect the police side."
Maya looked at her.
"Then we have a story."
"No."
Denise shook her head.
"We have an investigation."
When the Threats Became Personal
Community organizer Reverend Marcus Green provided sworn statements from residents.
Dozens claimed they had been falsely accused.
Some said officers pressured them into plea agreements.
Others said they were threatened after filing complaints.
Several mentioned Reigns.
Others mentioned Miller.
The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore.
Then the threats escalated.
Anonymous letters appeared in Denise's mailbox.
One contained a crude drawing of a hanging figure.
Another contained photographs of Denise leaving her home.
Then came the worst one.
A photograph of Jasmine's school.
Denise's hands went cold.
She called Jasmine immediately.
"Where are you?"
"At school."
"Stay inside."
"Why?"
"Just do what I say."
Denise hung up.
She stared at the photograph.
Whoever sent it wasn't merely trying to frighten her.
They were showing her that they knew where her family was.
A few days later, Maya was attacked.
She was found near her car with a broken arm and severe bruising.
Denise rushed to the hospital.
Maya's face was swollen.
Her voice barely carried.
"He had a badge."
Denise froze.
"You saw it?"
"When he bent down."
"What kind?"
"Department issue."
Denise closed her eyes.
Someone inside the police department was protecting the operation.
Then she returned home.
Her study had been searched.
Drawers were open.
Papers covered the floor.
Her father's wooden desk had been forced apart.