Chapter 7 - The Wiretap Broadcast
"What... what wiretap?" Captain Miller choked out, his confident demeanor vanishing instantly as cold sweat broke out across his forehead.
Gabriel pressed a button on his tablet, and the gatehouse speakers came alive with crystal-clear audio recorded just seventy-two hours earlier inside the precinct's private locker room.
Captain Miller’s own voice blasted through the room, clear and unshakeable:
"Make sure Lawson collects the cut from the Southie casinos tonight. If that maid of his tries to blow the whistle to the Internal Affairs division, pin the illegal wire transfers on her and ensure she vanishes before the grand jury convenes."
Derek let out a pathetic, choked gasp, slumping forward in his chair as his entire protection network collapsed into dust in a matter of seconds.
Captain Miller backed away toward the door, his eyes darting frantically toward his detectives, but the two plainclothes officers immediately stepped back, refusing to touch their weapons or align themselves with their disgraced captain.
"You built an empire of extortion on the backs of helpless women and stolen paychecks, Miller," Gabriel said, his voice dropping into a register of chilling finality. "And you did it under my sky."
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The heavy oak doors swung open once more, and four federal agents wearing dark FBI jackets stepped into the gatehouse, their weapons drawn and steady.
👉 Read Part 8 to see the arrests carried out in real time.
