This is my private number. If anyone retaliates against you, call immediately. After Blake left, Judge Kingsley called Maya to her chambers. They sat together at her computer watching the footage in grim silence. The videos were damning.
The body cam showed Rey storming onto campus, shoving past protesting staff members. It captured him grabbing Maya roughly despite her calm compliance, twisting her arms unnecessarily hard during cuffing. The audio picked up his muttered racial slurs, his aggressive commands, the way he ignored her polite requests to explain the charges. But it was the earlier footage that truly revealed the pattern. Clips showed Ry intimidating other minority students during traffic stops.
There was Evan bragging to his father about putting people in their place, while Rey laughed approvingly. Most disturbing were the conversations between Rey and other officers, casually discussing how to handle complaints by making evidence disappear. Maya watched it all without flinching, though her hands clenched tight in her lap. "They really thought they could just bury this." "They're not used to being challenged," Judge Kingsley said softly. "That's why they're so desperate to silence you." Meanwhile, at school, the pressure continued mounting.
Evan had grown increasingly erratic. Enraged that his usual tactics weren't working. Maya's quiet defiance infuriated him more than any direct confrontation could have. That morning, he kicked over a freshman's lunch tray when the boy refused to move from his table. In English class, he shouted down a student who disagreed with him during discussion.
Between periods, he slammed lockers and shoved people aside, daring anyone to report him. "What are you looking at?" he snarled at a girl who glanced his way too long. She scured away as his friends laughed, but fewer people were laughing now. Students who once feared him began avoiding him entirely. Even his usual followers seemed uncomfortable with his increasing volatility.