"What do you mean?"
"You can't rebuild trust while protecting people who destroyed it."
Nobody spoke.
Daniel stood.
"I want every disciplinary file reviewed."
The attorney frowned.
"That could take months."
"Then start today."
"I'll need additional staff."
"Request them."
"The union will object."
"Let them object."
The internal affairs commander looked at Daniel.
"And if they refuse?"
Daniel met his eyes.
"Then we'll find out whether this department serves the public or itself."
Over the next several days, Daniel worked from before sunrise until late at night.
He did not move into the chief's office immediately.
Instead, he spent hours in patrol rooms.
He rode with officers.
He reviewed dispatch calls.
He spoke to dispatchers.
He spoke to civilian employees.
He sat with detectives.
He visited neighborhoods.
He attended community meetings where residents shouted at him.
Some accused him of being just another administrator.
Others told him they had stopped calling police years ago.
Daniel did not argue.
He listened.
One evening, he returned to the station and found Davis waiting outside his office.
"Come in."
Davis entered.
He looked exhausted.
"Chief, I need to tell you something."
Daniel gestured toward the chair.
"Sit."
Davis sat.
"I knew Miller had problems."
Daniel waited.
"I saw things before."
"What kind of things?"
"Nothing like what happened that day. But..."
Davis looked down.
"He treated certain people differently."
"Because of their race?"
Davis nodded.