“Turns out attorney-client privilege doesn’t apply when the lawyer is actively hiding offshore bank accounts for a criminal enterprise.” Kowalski stopped dead in his tracks. The color drained from his face so fast he looked physically ill.

The blustering, untouchable police chief suddenly looked like a frightened old man. Khloe walked toward him, pulling a thick folded stack of papers from her inner jacket pocket. She handed them to Kowalski, who took them with trembling hands.

“That is a federal indictment, Chief,” Khloe explained calmly. “Signed by a federal judge, at 11 p.m. tonight. It charges you, Officer Miller, and 14 other members of your department with racketeer influenced and corrupt organizations, RICO act violations, systemic civil rights abuses, and conspiracy to commit money laundering.”

Miller, still pressed against the Taurus, let out a pathetic whimper. “Chief, what is she talking about?” Khloe turned back to Miller, her eyes turning to ice.

“You thought tonight was a random traffic stop, Harrison. You thought you just got lucky catching a black woman alone on a dark road to bully and intimidate.” She shook her head slowly. “Operation Silent Ledger has been watching you for 14 months.”

“We knew exactly where you parked. We knew exactly who you profiled. I drove past you tonight specifically because I needed to catch you committing a felony civil rights violation under the color of law on a live mic to trigger the arrest warrants.”

The harsh fluorescent lighting of the downtown Philadelphia FBI field office interrogation room buzzed quietly. It was 6:00 a.m. Outside, the sun was just beginning to peek over the city skyline, but inside the windowless room, time felt completely suspended.

Harrison Miller sat slumped in a metal chair. The orange jumpsuit of the federal holding facility was a stark contrast to the dark blue uniform he had worn like a tyrant’s cape just hours before. He looked small, defeated, and profoundly exhausted.

The heavy metal door clicked open and Khloe walked in. She had finally taken that hot shower, changing into a sharp, tailored black suit. The gold shield of the FBI hung prominently from a chain around her neck, gleaming under the bright lights.

She carried a thick manila folder, dropping it onto the metal table with a resounding thwack. Miller flinched. He didn’t look up. “Here is how this works, Harrison,” Khloe began, pulling out a chair and sitting across from him.

“Your union isn’t coming for you. Chief Kowalski is currently in the cell block next to yours, crying like a child and offering to give up every single dirty cop in the state to save his own skin.”

“And Gregory Mitchell, he’s facing 20 years for facilitating wire fraud.” Miller swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I… I was just doing my job.”