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The flash of my phone screen illuminated the sterile interrogation room with a cold, pale glare. Outside the frosted glass, Captain Thomas Landry’s shadow paced back and forth, a silhouette of growing panic. My encrypted message had bypassed local networks completely, routing straight through a secure federal server in Washington. Within minutes, standard protocol at the Westbridge Police Department would fundamentally shift from a routine cover-up to a locked-down federal preservation site. / Chapter 7 / 10

Chapter 7 - THE UNRAVELING OF WESTBRIDGEBy sunrise, the small, sleepy town of Westbridge had erupted into a full-scale media circus. Local news vans clustered around the front steps of the police department like vultures, their satellite dishes pointed toward the sky while reporters clamored for details on the sudden overnight arrest of Captain Landry and two senior shift commanders.

I stood by the window of the precinct captain’s office—now officially designated as a federal forward-operating command post—watching the chaos unfold below.

My lead cyber-analyst, Marcus, walked in holding a thick stack of printed financial ledgers.

"Clara, you're not going to believe what we just pulled from the town hall servers," Marcus said, dropping the heavy stack onto the desk with a satisfying thud. "Landry wasn't just covering up domestic disputes. He was running an entire protection racket for the municipal development board. Arthur was the frontman for shell companies buying up distressed properties after elderly residents were systematically harassed or legally strong-armed out of their homes."

I flipped open the first ledger. The names, the property titles, the fraudulent signatures—it was all there in black and white.

"So Mom wasn't just an inconvenient witness to a domestic fight," I said quietly, the pieces finally snapping together in my mind. "She was living in her house on Elm Street—a prime piece of historical downtown real estate that Arthur and his development partners had been trying to buy out for months."

"Bingo," Marcus nodded. "She refused to sell. So they orchestrated an incident to discredit her mental stability, hoping to force an emergency conservatorship that would hand over her property rights to Arthur. Brooke losing her temper with the baseball bat was just an unplanned escalation that nearly blew the whole operation wide open."

A cold rage washed over me. They didn't just want to silence her; they wanted to steal her home, strip her dignity, and institutionalize her to cover up their corporate greed.

"Where is Arthur right now?" I asked.

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