Marcus took the hard drive carefully. Why are you showing us this now? Because what they did to you crossed a line even for Holt, Delgado said, pacing the destroyed living room. Attacking a military family? Destroying service medals?
It's going to backfire on him spectacularly. She paused, picking up Angela's scratched distinguished service medal. I joined the force to protect people, not terrorize them. What Holt's doing isn't law enforcement. It's organized crime with a badge.
Angela began connecting the pieces. The developers paying him to clear the neighborhood. Delgado nodded. Exactly. There's footage of Holt meeting with the developers' representatives behind the old warehouse on Pine Street.
The audio is crystal clear. Discussing payments, target properties, timeline for acquisition. Why didn't Internal Affairs act on this? Marcus demanded. Because Holt has friends in Internal Affairs, Delgado said bitterly.
They bury complaints, lose evidence, intimidate witnesses. The whole system is corrupted. That's why I started keeping my own copies. She gestured to the hard drive. But this needs to go higher than local authorities.
This is federal level corruption. Marcus carefully secured the hard drive. I have contacts in the FBI's public corruption unit. And military legal affairs will be very interested in the destruction of federal service medals. Be careful who you trust, Delgado warned.
Holt has connections throughout local law enforcement. He'll do anything to stop this evidence from getting out. She moved toward the door, putting her sunglasses back on. I should go before someone sees me here. But there's one more thing.
Check the footage from 3 weeks ago, the Carter interview. It shows Holt explicitly targeting her property. Angela touched the detective's arm. Thank you for doing the right thing. Just make it count, Delgado said quietly.
Make sure he can't hurt any more families. She slipped out the door and hurried down the street, constantly checking for surveillance. Marcus immediately pulled out his laptop, hands steady as he connected the hard drive. Years of military operations had taught him to focus on the mission despite exhaustion. I'm calling in every favor I've got.
Federal investigators, military legal command, civil rights attorneys, everyone. Angela watched over his shoulder as video files appeared on the screen. Dozens of incidents, all carefully labeled and dated. The scope of Holt's corruption sprawled before them in gigabytes of damning evidence. Look, she pointed to a folder marked Carter property.
Inside was crystal clear footage of Holt threatening Mrs. Carter in her own home, promising to make her life very difficult if she refused to sell. Marcus's jaw tightened as he watched. This ends now. He pulled out his phone and began making calls, his voice carrying the quiet authority of someone used to coordinating precise operations.