Check the bottom shoe compartment for a blue ledger, David instructed. Lawson nodded and pulled out his radio. David turned back to Collins. You did the right thing, You're still going to lose your badge, and you'll be doing some time in a minimum security facility for your complicity. But, you'll have a life after this.
Leaving Collins to process his fate, David walked down the hall to interrogation room B. He didn't bother turning down the lights for Greg Miller. He kicked the door open, letting it slam violently against the cinder block wall. Miller stopped his pacing and glared at David. The arrogance was still there, masked by a thin layer of bravado.
I'm not saying a damn word to you until John Duggan gets here. You feds think you can just railroad local cops? My union is going to eat you alive for this illegal detention. David walked slowly to the table, pulled out the chair, and sat down. He didn't speak.
He just stared at Miller with cold, unblinking eyes. The silence stretched for 1 minute, then two. Miller's tough guy act began to fracture under the crushing weight of the silence. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. What?
What are you looking at? I'm looking at a dead man walking, David said quietly. Screw you, Miller scoffed, though his voice cracked. David's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, read the text message from Lawson, and smiled.
It was a terrifying, humorless smile. Do you play golf, Greg? David asked abruptly. Miller blinked, completely thrown off balance by the question. What?
No. What does that have to do with anything? Captain Hayes plays golf, David noted, casually sliding his phone back into his pocket. He has a beautiful set of Callaway clubs in his office. You know what else he had in his office?
A blue moleskin notebook. All the blood rushed out of Miller's face. He stumbled backward, his knees hitting the metal chair behind him, and collapsed into it. "Yeah," David said, leaning forward. "We found the ledger, Greg.
We have the dates, the times, and your specific badge number next to over $400,000 in stolen cash over the last 3 years. And to make matters worse, Captain Hayes is currently in holding singing like a bird. He says the whole shakedown operation was your idea. He claims he was just turning a blind eye because you threatened him. " "That's impossible! " Miller yelled, sheer panic overtaking him. "Hayes is the mastermind!