Chapter 11 - Not Your Investigation
Sophia returned to work under protest.
Reyes gave her desk duty.
She hated that too.
“You’re punishing me for being arrested.”
“I’m protecting an active investigation.”
“I can work organized crime without touching Elmwood.”
“You haven’t slept normally in a week.”
“I’m fine.”
Reyes stared.
She sighed.
“Apparently everyone can tell when I’m lying.”
“Yes.”
Her temporary federal credential felt strange in her wallet.
New plastic.
New photograph.
Same badge number.
The original broken card remained evidence.
She had asked to see it once.
Then regretted it.
Reyes sat across from her.
“There’s something else.”
Sophia looked up.
“The team identified a conflict.”
“What?”
“Elmwood appears in your last operation.”
She froze.
“That makes no sense.”
“It’s peripheral.”
“How peripheral?”
“One of the companies under investigation donated vehicles to the Elmwood Public Safety Foundation.”
Sophia sat forward.
“What company?”
“Northline Security Logistics.”
Sophia knew it.
Northline had been a secondary financial target in the organized-crime case she had just finished.
The company was suspected of inflating security contracts and laundering money through subcontractors.
“How much did they donate?”
“Two SUVs and communications equipment.”
“When?”
“Last year.”
“Who approved it?”
“Foundation board.”
“Grant Dunn?”
“He was present.”
Sophia swore.
Reyes raised a hand.
“Do not connect dots faster than evidence.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“It’s a coincidence worth investigating.”
“It is being investigated.”
“By whom?”
“Not you.”
Sophia leaned back.
“Your favorite sentence.”
“Yes.”
The link did not mean Dunn knew anything about Northline.
It did not mean Cole had.
But it widened the map.
Investigators soon discovered Northline’s donations were routed through the foundation at values significantly higher than market price.
That inflated the nonprofit’s contribution totals.
Those totals helped the city qualify for matching grants.
Paul Mercer had publicly praised the arrangement.
Now auditors questioned whether equipment values had been deliberately overstated.
City Hall issued a statement calling the concerns speculative.
Marcus sent Sophia the statement with one message:
LOL.
She did not respond.
At police headquarters, Morgan faced the city council in closed session.
Councilman David Ellis asked the obvious question.
“Did you know complaints were being suppressed?”
“No.”
“Did you know Cole had access to your administrative credentials?”
“He had system-administrator authority. He should not have been able to impersonate my approval.”
“But he did.”
“Yes.”
“So your controls failed.”
Morgan swallowed.
“Yes.”
The admission changed the room.
Mercer watched from the end of the table.
Morgan continued.
“I am responsible for the department’s systems even where I did not authorize misuse.”
Mercer interrupted.
“Chief, you should not make legal conclusions.”
Morgan looked at him.
“I’m making a leadership conclusion.”
Afterward he cornered her in the hallway.
“You just handed every plaintiff’s attorney in Illinois a quote.”
“If it’s true, they can have it.”
“You’re destroying this city.”
“No.”
Morgan stepped closer.
“I’m finding out who did.”
Mercer’s face hardened.
“You think the council will keep a chief who admits she lost control of internal discipline?”
Morgan realized then that he was threatening her job.
She felt surprisingly calm.
“Maybe they shouldn’t.”
For the first time, Mercer looked uncertain.
That evening Morgan called Sophia.
“I owe you something.”
Sophia was cautious.
“What?”
“The truth.”
“About?”
“Dunn’s hiring.”
Sophia waited.
Morgan explained the confidential recommendation from West Briar.
She admitted Cole had summarized the background for her.
She admitted she had not personally read every document.
“I signed the hire.”
Sophia said nothing.
Morgan continued.
“We were short twenty-one officers. Response times were terrible. The council was threatening budget cuts if we didn’t stabilize staffing.”
“That explains pressure.”
“It doesn’t excuse my signature.”
“No.”
Morgan inhaled slowly.
“I’m sorry.”
Sophia looked at the temporary credential in front of her.
“Do you want me to forgive you?”
“No.”
The answer surprised her.
Morgan continued.
“I want you to know where my failure actually was.”
Sophia’s voice softened.
“That matters.”
After the call, Reyes appeared at her door.
“You need to see this.”
He placed a photograph on her desk.
It showed Raymond Cole entering a private restaurant six months earlier.
Across the table sat Paul Mercer.
And Grant Dunn.
Sophia frowned.
“What is this?”
“Pulled from a Northline executive’s phone.”
“Why did Northline photograph them?”
“They didn’t.”
Reyes pointed at a fourth person in the image.
Sophia recognized him.
Victor Sloane, Northline Security’s chief financial officer.
Her previous case had just indicted him.
The date of the dinner was printed beneath the image.
Sophia checked it twice.
It was three days after DeShawn Miller filed his complaint against Bradley Dunn.
She looked at Reyes.
“What were they discussing?”
“We don’t know.”
Yet.
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Maybe someone had needed to protect an entire chain of relationships.
