Chapter 5 - The Corrupt Badge
I immediately dropped to the floor just as a suppressed bullet shattered the peephole.
The glass rained down on my back while a second shot tore through the wooden door.
I screamed for Maya to hide inside the bathroom and lock the door behind her.
I crawled toward the window, my heart hammering violently against my ribs.
Detective Miller kicked the barricaded door, slowly pushing the heavy dresser backward.
He taunted me through the splintered wood, saying my mother died begging for my life.
I realized the police department was completely compromised by the syndicate.
Miller was the man who had executed my mother in her own driveway.
I raised my pistol and fired three blind shots directly through the center of the door.
I heard a sharp gasp of pain, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the exterior walkway.
I carefully moved the dresser aside and opened the door with my weapon drawn.
Miller was lying on his back, clutching a bleeding wound in his shoulder.
I kicked his silenced weapon over the railing into the dark parking lot below.
I pinned his good arm down with my boot and pointed my gun right between his eyes.
I demanded to know who he was working for and why they wanted my money.
Miller coughed up blood and laughed weakly into the night air.
He told me I was completely blind to the reality of my own life.
He said the syndicate didn't care about a measly three thousand dollars a month.
They only cared about the person who was secretly signing the checks in Dallas.
I stared at him in complete confusion, telling him that I was the one signing those checks.
Miller smiled a bloody, horrifying smile and shook his head.
He whispered that my company in Dallas didn't actually exist.
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The job, the money, and the five years of isolation were all a carefully constructed lie.
And the person paying my fake salary was my dead wife.
