“Your job,” Khloe repeated, her voice perfectly level, “was to protect and serve.” Instead, you acted as the armed muscle for Robert D. Trenton.
At the sound of the name, Miller’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with absolute terror. Robert D. Trenton was the phantom of Oakbrook Valley, a reclusive billionaire real estate developer who behind closed doors ran one of the largest illegal sports betting and money laundering syndicates on the East Coast.
“We know Trenton bought Kowalski,” Khloe continued, opening the folder to reveal high-resolution surveillance photos. “We know Kowalski ordered officers like you to run off, intimidate, or falsely arrest anyone who got too close to Trenton’s shell company warehouses.”
“We know you used your badge as a weapon to protect a criminal empire.” Khloe leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. The empathy in her eyes was completely gone, replaced by the unyielding pursuit of justice.
“Robert D. Trenton was arrested on his private jet at Teterboro airport an hour ago,” Khloe said softly. “The house of cards has collapsed, Harrison. It’s over.”
Miller stared at the photos. The reality of his situation crashing down on him with the weight of a collapsing building. The arrogant laugh that had echoed through the woods just hours ago felt like a lifetime away.
He slowly lowered his face into his handcuffed hands, his shoulders shaking as he began to sob silently. Khloe watched him for a moment, feeling no pity, only a deep sense of closure.
She stood up, picking up her folder. “You wanted to know if my badge was real, Officer Miller,” Khloe said as she turned toward the door. She paused, looking over her shoulder at the broken man at the table.
“You’re about to find out exactly how real it is for the next 25 years.” The heavy metal door slammed shut, the locking mechanism echoing with a final decisive click.
