“Did you remove pages from the transition case?”
“No.”
“Did you change evidence classifications?”
“I made supervisory corrections.”
“What required correction?”
“The equipment was damaged.”
“Who determined that?”
“Maddox said it was unreadable.”
Monique looked at him.
“So you changed an evidence classification based on the word of the deputy whose conduct the evidence recorded.”
Russell leaned back.
“That’s not unusual.”
“Maybe.”
She closed the notebook.
“That’s all for now.”
Russell frowned.
“You understand what Maddox is going to do.”
“What?”
“Blame everybody.”
Monique stood.
“That sounds like a conversation for your attorney.”
Chapter 17: The Argument in the Hallway
Derek waited outside.
“What did you tell them?”
Russell walked past.
“Nothing concerning you.”
“You said you’d handle this.”
“Lower your voice.”
“You told me what to write.”
Russell stopped.
Several employees looked up.
“I told you to write an accurate report.”
Derek stared.
“No, you didn’t.”
Russell’s eyes hardened.
“Think carefully.”
“You told me to call her refusing consent noncompliance.”
“Stop.”
“You told me to call breaking the windows necessary vehicle entry.”
“Enough.”
“You told me the camera was unreadable.”
Russell shook his head.
“I repeated what you told me.”
Derek laughed bitterly.
“That’s a lie.”
Aaron heard every word.
So did two dispatchers and a booking clerk.
Russell realized it too late.
“This conversation is over.”
Derek stepped backward.
“That’s convenient.”
He walked away.
The department that had spent hours trying to shape one story now had too many witnesses to shape the next one.
Chapter 18: The Question of Her Identity
Russell requested another interview with Maya before dawn.
Monique agreed on the condition that Maya would sit only as a witness and would not direct questioning.
Nathan joined her.
Russell looked exhausted.
His shirt sleeves were wrinkled.
His coffee had disappeared.
“I’ve kept this department functioning for decades.”
Maya said nothing.
“You haven’t been sheriff long enough to understand what command requires.”
“I was a private citizen when Deputy Maddox broke the first window.”
Russell looked toward her.
“I understood enough then.”
He leaned forward.
“You could’ve prevented everything.”
“How?”
“Tell him who you were.”
“Yes.”
“Show the appointment.”
“Yes.”
“Call county counsel.”
“Yes.”
Russell spread his hands.
“So you deliberately let it continue.”
Maya looked at him.