Chapter 4 - The Internal Affairs Raid
At 4:15 a.m., Chief of Police Thomas Miller was asleep in his luxury home—purchased with a low-interest loan from Whitmore Development—when his front door was blown off its hinges by a hydraulic ram.
State tactical units, accompanied by federal investigators from the Department of Justice, swarmed the house before Miller could reach the service weapon on his nightstand.
"What is the meaning of this?" Miller roared, handcuffed in his silk pajamas on his front lawn while his neighbors watched from behind their curtains. "Do you know who I am? I run this jurisdiction!"
"Not anymore, Chief," a federal agent said, tossing a thick stack of bank statements onto the hood of a patrol car. "You’ve been relieved of command under federal authority. Your precinct is currently being locked down by state police, and every case file handled by your department over the last five years is being seized for federal review."
At the same moment, across town, the servers of the Whitmore Development Group began to fail.
Richard’s mother, Margaret, woke to the sound of her phone ringing continuously. It was her chief financial officer, his voice high-pitched with terror.
"Margaret, our credit lines are gone," the CFO stammered. "The bank just issued a suspicious activity block on all our corporate accounts. Even our personal funds are frozen. The wire transfers for the downtown high-rise project have been recalled by the Federal Reserve."
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"That’s impossible!" Margaret hissed, clutching her pearls. "Who authorized this? Call the mayor! Call the governor!"
"I tried," the CFO whispered. "They aren't taking our calls, Margaret. They’re saying we’re toxic."
