"Voss is toxic."
"This is what retaliation looks like."
"She held the line for us. We hold it now for her."
"We Stand With Remi."
"Hold The Line"
Press vans rolled up. Local news. Two indie reporters. I saw phones raised, flashes going off. Voices lifted. No one was shouting yet.
But the rage was coming. I could feel it under the surface like a storm in waiting.
I stood there and whispered to Jack, “We did it.”
He didn’t answer right away. Just looked up at the precinct doors.
“They’re going to walk her out those doors in cuffs,” he said. “But today, she walks into more power than they know what to do with.”
I swallowed hard.
And waited.
For the sound of boots behind the glass.
For Erin’s face.
For Harlan’s guilt.
For the moment, they’d try to parade Remi like a cautionary tale, only to find out she’d already become a symbol.
The crowd kept growing.
And still, we waited.
Because the truth was loud.
And the corrupt had no idea what was waiting for them.
CHAPTER 49
HARLAN - HOLD THE LINE
I didn’t sleep, couldn't eat and didn't even think about going home.
I sat in my truck until dawn, trying to stay away from Erin and stay close enough to Remi.
I watched the precinct lights flicker on and off like warning signs, hoping, somehow, that I’d come to and yesterday wouldn’t exist.
But it did.
And she was still in custody.
Remi Carter. Arrested on my watch. Cuffed by my hands.
And now?
Now they were transferring her to county.
