Marcus, Jack added, be careful. Last reporter who looked into Vision Heights had his brake lines cut. Ruled an accident, of course. Just be ready to move when I call, Marcus said, ending the call. Marcus sat in the back booth of Joey's diner, far from windows and security cameras.
The lunch crowd had thinned, leaving only a few regulars at the counter. Daniel Reeves arrived right on time, sliding into the opposite seat with a worn leather messenger bag. "Thanks for meeting me," Marcus said quietly. Daniel pulled out a laptop and several folders. Jack Morrison vouched for you.
Said this involves Captain Holt and Vision Heights. My wife's in jail because she got in their way. Marcus spread out Mrs. Carter's documents. They're systematically forcing people out of Brookside Street.
Daniel studied the papers, his expression growing darker. These harassment patterns match complaints I've heard from other neighborhoods. Vision heights shows up wherever Holtz officers target residents. A waitress approached, but Daniel waved her away. He opened his laptop, pulling up spreadsheets and property records.
Look at this. In the past 18 months, Vision Heights bought 36 homes in three different districts. Every sale followed multiple police incidents. They're working together, Marcus said, using badges to drive down property values. It gets worse.
Daniel lowered his voice. Two homeowners who refused to sell had accidents. One garage fire, one car crash. Nothing proven, but the timing was convenient. Marcus felt cold anger settling in his chest.
We need proof that connects Hol directly. That's the hard part. He's careful. Daniel pulled up more files, but there are patterns. Every time Vision Heights closes a group of properties, someone makes large cash deposits to an offshore account.
The amounts match standard kickback percentages. The diner's door chimed. "A woman in plain clothes entered, scanning the room before walking to their booth. " "Marcus tensed until Daniel nodded slightly. " "Detective Delgato," she said quietly, sliding in next to Daniel. "We need to talk. " Rosa Delgado looked exhausted with dark circles under her eyes. She glanced at the scattered papers.
"I see your connecting dots. " "Can you help? " Marcus asked. "Not officially," she pushed a coffee cup aside. "Internal affairs has received dozens of complaints about Holt's tactics. They disappear into his personnel file, marked unfounded. He's got protection somewhere high up.
But you're talking to us," Daniel noted. Delgado's expression hardened. "I've watched him turn the department into his personal enforcement squad. " "Good officers either fall in line or get pushed out. " "Nobody can prove anything. My wife's sitting in jail because of his scheme," Marcus said. "I know.
I saw the booking report. " Delgato leaned forward. "Listen carefully. I can't openly help, but hypothetically, officers body cameras upload footage to a secure server. Backups are automatically generated. If someone knew where to look, they might find interesting conversations about property deals.