Chapter 3 - The Corrupt Badge
Peter roared in absolute fury, using his entire body weight to break the officer's grip and throw himself toward the chaotic struggle.
He tackled Reena to the hard linoleum floor just inches before her clawed hands could rip the metal watch from Drew's frail fingers.
The medical staff screamed in terror as the two police officers rushed forward to rip Peter violently off the wealthy widow.
Peter shielded the boy with his own body, taking a brutal kick to the ribs from the lead officer's heavy tactical boot.
The second officer managed to pry the bloody digital watch from Drew's hand, holding it up to the harsh fluorescent hospital lights.
Reena scrambled to her feet, smoothing her expensive blouse while frantically ordering the officers to destroy the stolen property immediately.
The lead officer ignored her shrieks, pulling a specialized encrypted tablet from his utility belt to plug in the tiny memory card hidden inside the watch.
Peter gasped for breath on the floor, feeling a brief surge of immense hope that the undeniable video evidence would finally put Reena behind bars.
The digital screen flickered to life, clearly showing the dark, damp basement room where the children had been mercilessly locked away.
The footage showed Reena standing in the punishing room, but she was not alone in the horrifying video.
She was standing intimately close to the exact same lead police officer who was currently holding the tablet in his hands.
The high-definition audio recorded Reena handing the officer a massive stack of cash, thanking him for making her husband's autopsy look like a natural heart attack.
Peter's blood ran entirely cold as he realized the horrific depth of the conspiracy surrounding his brother's sudden death.
Aaron had not died from a random medical tragedy three years ago, but had been ruthlessly murdered for his massive life insurance policy.
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The corrupt officer stared blankly at the screen for a long, agonizing moment before calmly crushing the expensive tablet completely under his heavy boot.
He slowly drew his loaded service weapon from its holster, aiming the dark metal barrel directly at the center of Peter's forehead.
