Chapter 19 - The Final Confrontation At The Precinct With Dirty Cops
Back in Roxbury, a disgraced, hand-bandaged Derek Lawson sat at his precinct desk drowning his bitter rage in cheap whiskey.
He had lost his wife, his authority, and his leverage over the Dorchester slums all in the span of two short weeks.
Suddenly, the precinct doors crashed open, and federal marshals accompanied by state troopers swarmed into the bull pen.
They slapped steel handcuffs onto Derek’s wrists, reading him federal RICO charges, domestic abuse indictments, and payroll embezzlement counts.
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“You’re being placed under arrest by order of the United States Attorney General,” the lead federal marshal announced coldly.
Derek struggled blindly, screaming that it was a setup, but the badge was stripped from his chest and tossed onto the floor.
