The corrupt police officers scoffed and ridiculed her, but were stunned to learn she was running the FBI.

 

They thought it was a celebration. They believed that the court was his playground. Sergeant Miller and his squad spent years planting evidence, destroying lives and laughing on the way to the bank. Today they toasted another conviction of a woman whom they considered a nobody, but they forgot something.

 He doesn’t usually take notes. Observe with attention, because the handcuffed woman is not a victim. She is the director of the FBI. Take a microphone and in exactly 10 minutes the laughter stops and the screams begin. This is the story of a judicial revenge more satisfactory than ever they will listen. The air in the county courthouse Cook, room 4B, smelled old for wood.

 Stale and stuffy coffee arrogance of men who believed themselves untouchables It was a wet Tuesday in Chicago. The gallery was sparsely busy, mainly with clarks bored and some relatives of the accused waiting their turn in the summary. But at the prosecutor’s table The atmosphere was electric. It seemed less a judicial process and more a fraternity meeting.

 Sergeant Rick Bulldog Miller leaned back in his chair nibbling on a toothpick while his eyes scanned the room with a predatory boredom. He was a big man, with uniform straining his thick neck and robust shoulders, adorned with medals that had not been earned, but stolen. Officer Gary sat next to him. Thorn, a younger and nervous man who laughed too hard with Miller and Detective Shon, jokes Al, a police veteran whose silence was often confused with wisdom more than with complicity.

 “Look at her,” Miller whispered, nudging him. Thorn. He clears his throat. He pointed with his chin at the coffee table. defense, sitting there like a statue. Surely you are already thinking about accepting the agreement with the prosecution. Thorn laughed. surreptitiously covering his mouth. five for possession and assault on an officer.

I’d be lucky. Judge Sterling agrees bad mood today. I heard your coffee maker broke this morning. At the table defense was sitting the woman to whom they only knew him as Ive. It was a woman black woman in her 30s, dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit provided by the county jail. He wore his hair collected in a serious and discreet bun.

 No, she was wearing makeup and her expression was indecipherable. He sat with a posture unusual for the broken souls that they used to parade through 4B. His spine remained erect, with his hands peacefully intertwined on the table in front of her. along with blog notes I hadn’t touched. Initially had rejected a public defender, but then he accepted a public defender called Mr.Gilbert, a man so exhausted and sweaty looking melt into your cheap suit. Gilbert I was shuffling papers, dropping half and mumbling apologies to no one in particular. “Your honor, the state is ready,” announced prosecutor Marcus Dent. Dent was an elegant man with a smile that did not reach his eyes. He and Miller played golf Sundays.

 He knew perfectly well how I played. Miller brought him the bodies. Dent buried them and they both looked like heroes on the 6:12 p.m. news. The judge Harold P. Sterling looked them over his glasses. He was an older white man. with a face like a road map wrinkled, known for its long sentences and his light lunch. Very good. Case number 492b.

State v. Evely Smith. Charges. Possession of a waiting list. Controlled substance with intent to distribute and two counts of assault on a police officer Ivni flinched. no He looked at the judge. His eyes were fixed on Sergeant Miller. It was such an intense look, so devoid of fear, that For a split second, Miller He felt a chill on the back of his neck.

 You downplayed. She’s crazy. He thought. Everyone goes crazy when they happen realize that everything is over. Lord Dent, opening statement. The judge growled. Sterling looking at his watch. He buttoned his jacket and headed to the jury box. Today there was no jury, It was a trial without a jury at the request of the accused, a risky move, normally suicidal, but Dentó, alone It meant that they would leave here for the lunch.

“Your honor,” Dent began quietly. soft as hair. This is a simple case. On the night of the 4th of July, Sergeant Miller and his team They carried out a traffic stop routine in the Englewood district. They arrested the accused M. Smith for a broken taillight. When approaching the vehicle, the agents smelled narcotics.

 When asked to came down, the accused became violent, hit Agent Thorn and tried to snatch the regulatory weapon from the Sergeant Miller. An inspection back of the vehicle revealed Dol. Dent paused to tap dramatic, shaking his head sadness. It’s a tragedy, your honor. Another example of the anarchy that threatensto our brave men in blue.

 The evidence is irrefutable. We have the drugs. We have the testimony of three highly decorated officers. We ask that this woman be prosecuted the full weight of the law. Miller smiled. smugly crossing his arms. I remembered that night perfectly, or rather, he remembered the version that they had agreed.

 He remembered stopping the elegant black sedan because it was a car too elegant for your people drove it through that neighborhood. He remembered finding nothing. He remembered the anger when she asked him calmly his license plate number and He remembered taking out the bag of heroin from your own trunk, the bag you saved for situations exactly like this and having thrown it on the seat of the co-pilot.

Do you want a crime? Miller whispered to him. that night while I hit his head against the hood of the patrol car. I will give you a crime Back in the room, Yve He slowly turned his head. looked at the lord Gilbert, his trembling lawyer. “Sit down,” he said in a low, hoarse voice. imposed immediate authority.

 Gilbert He blinked with sweat dripping from his nose. “So what. Sit down, Mr. Gilbert. From now on I will represent myself myself.” Judge Sterling sighed strength. Mrs. Smith, I advise against strongly that. Mr. Gilbert is a competent lawyer. Mr. Gilbert He is a nervous wreck who hasn’t read my file, said Iv, standing up.

foot. She was not tall, but she was imposing. And since the prosecution claims that this is a simple case, I’m sure that at court will not care that I myself ask some questions. Dent chuckled, exchanging a look with Miller. “Leave her,” he said. the look He will hang himself. Very good.

 Judge Sterling gestured of disdain with the hand. Proceed, but be quick. Iv came out from behind the defense table. The chains of their handcuffs vibrated, a sound that used to indicate defeat. Today it sounded like knocking of the slide of a shotgun I want to call to the stand Sgt. Rick Miller,” he said. Sgt. Miller took the stand with the arrogance of a heavyweight champion when entering the ring.

 He put his hand on the Bible, swore to tell the truth and sat down. Spreading her legs safely, she winked at the stenographer, a young woman who blushed and looked away. Ibe was standing near the table defense with restraints in hand. He looked at Miller for a long minute. silence. The silence lasted until become uncomfortable.

 “Say your name and rank for the record,” Iv said. Finally. Sergeant Richard Miller, Chicago Police Department, district 21, brigade chief Vice. And how long has it been like officer, sergeant? 20 years decorated three times the value,” added Miller sticking out chest “Courage,” Y repeated. savoring the word as if it were rotten milk “Let’s talk about the night of the 4th of July.

You said in your report that my tail light “It was broken.” “It’s right?” “That’s right,” Miller said in a bored voice. the side left was completely destroyed. If clears throat And that gave you probable cause to stop me Traffic violation. Yes. E rummaged through the pile of papers disordered that Mr.

 Gilbert had been left behind. He didn’t look at them, just he moved them to make noise. Sergeant. He recorded this stop with his body camera. Miller sighed with a rehearsed sound of frustration. As stated in the police report, my Camera failed that night. The problems of battery occur with old technology that they give us.

 And the officer’s camera Thorn, a technical error in the file corrupt, and that of detective Ali, he forgot turn on yours. In the heat of the moment, when a suspect attacks you, you don’t always think at the push of a button. Of course, said Ib sec, so we don’t have video proof, only your word, my word. Miller He leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly.

eighth. That’s the word of a 20-year veteran. His word is that of a drug trafficker caught red-handed. Objection! shouted Dent indifferently from your table. argumentative, accepted, Judge Sterling murmured. What’s your tone, Miss Smith? and He ignored the judge, took a step closer to the dais.

 Sergeant Miller, states that the I attacked. You said hit the officer Thorn and looked for your weapon. can you describe the aggression? Yes. Miller he smiled. You were screaming hysterically, ranting about how you knew the people. You clenched your fist and stabbed Thorn in the jaw. Then you pounced on my belt. I had to use the necessary force to submit you.

Necessary force, repeated Iv. He raised the hand and touched a bruise that was healing at 100. That’s what caused this. You hit your head on it. door frame when we take you up to the car. You were stirring and you both I found kilos of heroin in a sports bag on the seatfront. Clear view. and made a paused, turned his back on Miller and looked to the gallery.

 Sergeant, have you heard Have you ever heard of the term ghost skin? Miller frowned. The air in the Room changed slightly. I don’t know what you’re talking about. It is a term used by white supremacists, said Iv with the higher voice. It refers to those who hide their extreme opinions while mimicking with society, specifically infiltrating law enforcement to attack minorities under the appearance of duty.

Objection, clears throat. Dent He stood up suddenly with a red face. Your Your honor, this is irrelevant and provocative. The defendant accuses an officer with decorated with racism without any proof. The accusation is admitted. Judge Sterling slammed his mallet. Sierra Smith. another outburst like that one and I will hold her in contempt.

Yes to the facts of the arrest. Ib turned to Miller. his face He was calm, but his eyes were burning. The facts. Well, let’s talk about facts. Sergeant, did you know that the vehicle I was driving that night, a sentinel sedan 2020 with horses, is equipped with a 300 CER centry mode that records video continuously on a cloud server, even with the car off.

Miller froze. your smile faded for a fraction of second. He looked at Dent. Dent seemed confused. I don’t know about car ads Miller scoffed. It doesn’t matter, we seize the car. It’s in the parking lot of the police. Yes, said Iv. You seized it and I guess you recorded it thoroughly. We did it. You found the memory card dashboard camera.

Miller regained confidence. there was not memory card in the slot. We check it. Well, Iv said with a small smile. dangerous on the lips. Did you check the SD slot, but not the connection to the cloud. Miller shifted in his seat. “I protested,” said Dent, “but this time it sounded less safe.

 Where is this going? I am establishing the credibility of the witness,” said Iv. Sergeant Miller. You testified that my taillight It was broken. He declared that he was hysterical You testified that you had drugs. That’s what happened. Then you won’t mind let’s play the video. The room was left in a dead silence. Judge Sterling looked up from his notes blog. Mrs. Smith.

he just said that he represented himself same. Has not presented any evidence on video to the court. I did not have access to her until this morning, your honor. He said being in jail makes it difficult to consult the email. But my partner went to the back of the room. It just arrived. The heavy doors of oak hall opened wide par. A lawyer did not come in.

 It was a man in an elegant gray suit. that He carried a metal briefcase. He walked with a military step. He didn’t look at the gallery, walked straight to the table defense and left the briefcase. Miller He narrowed his eyes, he did not recognize the man, but his look. It was the look from someone who is not afraid of plates.

Who is he? Judge Sterling asked. My legal assistant. Ive lied with naturalness. Mr. King has the cloud server images. I request permission from the court to reproduce it. If the sergeant says the true, the video will justify it. No. Miller looked at Dent. Do something. His eyes screamed. Dent stood up.

 Your honor, this is very irregular. We have not authenticated this recording. could be manipulated. No we can allow surprise tests in middle of a trial. If the tests prove the innocence of the accused, court must listen to them, said the judge Sterling, though he seemed upset. He looked at Miller. Sergeant, if your report is Right, you have nothing to worry about.

Objection dismissed. Play the tape. Miller’s heart was pounding. He remembered that night. I had reviewed the car, had destroyed the camera dashboard. There was no way. Cloud server. Does a car really do that? Mr. King opened the briefcase, connected a laptop to system court projection and pressed a key.

 A large screen descended from the roof. The lights in the room they attenuated. The video came to life. It was clear, high definition. It showed a view from the dashboard of the Ive’s car. The car was stopped. Blue and red lights flashed in the rearview mirror. A voice, that of Miller, rang loud and clear through the speakers, but he was not asking for leave.

 look this car, Gary. Drug money. It has to be. It looks clean, Sgt. Thorn’s voice was heard. They never see each other Clean, Gary. They just hide it better. Look at this. On the screen, Miller entered on stage with a flashlight. He approached the driver’s window. “Get out of the car!” Miller shouted in the video.

 In the room, the real Miller grabbed the witness stand railing with so much force that they put his white knuckles The video continued.EV came out with his hands up. Calm down, officer, I comply. What is the reason for the stop? Broken rear light. Miller grimaced. of contempt on the screen. walked towards the back of the car.

 The video changed to camera view rear. The courtroom stayed stunned. On the screen, Miller looked at his around to make sure no one I was seeing it. He lifted his heavy police baton and smashed the taillight left, destroying it instantly. “Done,” Miller said, laughing. “Now it is broken.” Judge Sterling stayed gaped.

Prosecutor Dent slumped in his chair. covering his face with his hand. Miller He stood paralyzed on the stand. He felt the ground opening beneath him. feet, but it wasn’t over. “Pause the video,” Ive ordered. The image froze on Miller’s smiling face with the baton in the air. EV turned to the sergeant who followed paralyzed.

You declared under oath that the light I was broken before I stopped. That was a lie, a serious crime perjury But that’s the least of your problems, sergeant. Play the next 10 seconds. The video resumed. Miller returned to driver’s seat, put his hand in pocket, took out a plastic bag transparent filled with white powder, threw out the open window co-pilot seat.

“Jackpot,” Miller said on the recording. It seems that there is an intention to distribute. The video stopped. The silence in the Room 4B was absolute. It was dead silence. Ib walked slowly towards the stand, He approached and his voice became a whisper that reached the bottom of the room.

 He not only planted drugs, sergeant, planted federal evidence. Do you know where that heroin came from? Miller couldn’t speak. had the mouth dry like sand. Answer me. The voice Ive’s voice sounded like a whip. I found it. Miller stammered. No, Ib corrected it. You took it from district evidence locker 21 ago 3 months. We track the lot number. But here’s the twist.

 Rick called him by his first name. It was a rape of the protocol, but no one dared to stop it. That bag Ive smiled. And it was an image terrifying. It’s not heroin, it’s sugar, icing and bicarbonate. We changed it before you stole it from Miller’s eyes bugged out. orbits. Us PI turned to Judge Sterling. Your honor, I request dismissal immediate of all charges and I suggest that you do not leave the stand because the trial is not over.

 Just begins. Judge Sterling stayed paralyzed with his hammer suspended in the air like a hammer that had forgotten how to hit. The room was in suspended animation. The screen had gone black, but the image of sergeant miller destroying the taillight was engraved in everyone’s retina. Sterling, dismissed, he bowed his head.

 your voice It was barely audible. He cleared his throat and slammed the gavel. A hollow, frantic sound. The case against Evely Smith is dismissed without harm. Sheriff. Remove the ties immediately. The Sheriff, a man older man who seemed as surprised as The others struggled with their keys. He approached the defense table with slightly trembling hands while opening Iv’s handcuffs.

 The metal fell on the table with a noise metallic. Sergeant Miller stood up abruptly. His face was a mask of panic and white-hot fury. This is a trap. That video is fake. One of ultra-fake AI. can’t believe it Sit down, sergeant. The judge barked Sterling with his patience exhausted. It is in serious trouble.

 And if it comes out that way door, I’m done. Miller growled, looked at the Thorn people and the Detective Omali. Come on, union representative. Miller turned to storm out of the room. room. With his heavy boots clanking against the ground, headed towards the double doors, the exit to freedom, to a world where I could invent the history, call your contacts unions and bury this mess.

He pushed the doors. They didn’t move. Miller frowned and pushed harder. strength. Hill. He turned around. what hell is this? Open the damn ones doors. The doors remain closed,” Iv said. I was standing in the center of the room, rubbing his wrists where the wives had been there. The transformation was complete.

 The fall of his shoulders had disappeared. The image of a trafficker had evaporated. In her place was a woman that radiated terrifying power. “Who do you think you are?” he shouted Miller, instinctively holding his hand towards his weapon. You’re a nobody, a drug addict. Iv walked slowly towards the table prosecution. Mr.

 Dent, the prosecutor, he was frantically stuffing papers into his briefcase, trying to appear invisible. “Mr. Dent,” Iv said calmly, “Let to pack You are not going to either nowhere.” I didn’t know anything about this. stuttering Dent with his forehead drenched with sweat. ItI prosecuted based on the evidence of the police. I am also a victim.

 Ya We’ll see, said Iv. He turned to her. For legal, Mr. King. King, the package please. Mr. King opened the briefcase again metallic. He didn’t take out papers, he took out a gold plate on leather and a jacket thick and dark. Ev put on his jacket. Covered his overalls orange, but the letters on the back They were unmistakable to anyone was behind her.

 FBI took the badge and pinned it to his belt. Then He turned to Miller, showing his credentials. “My name is not Evely Smith,” she announced with his voice echoing off the walls. “I am the special people in charge Evely Van and For the last 6 months I have been the acting task force director against internal corruption of the FBI.

 The silence in the room was thicker than before. It was the silence of the oxygen that came out of a room Miller’s knees buckled. If He grabbed the railing of the stand to stay standing. FBI. You didn’t arrest just any woman, Sgt. Bans continued to shorten the distance between them. You arrested the head of the operation designed to get married.

“This is a trap,” Miller shouted with his mouth full of saliva. “You can’t do this. You have fooled me. The trap requires that I force you to commit a crime that you would not otherwise commit.” Bans said coldly. “I don’t I forced my taillight to be destroyed. I I didn’t force you to plant fake heroin. I didn’t make you hit me while He was handcuffed.

 I just drove a good car and waited for your greed to take the steering wheel. He turned towards the back of the room. If clears throat Open them. The side doors of the room, those reserved for the judge and the personnel, they burst open. one dozen tactical agents with equipment Full FBI SWAT team entered the room.

 They had their weapons drawn, but they did not point to IV. They received training at the prosecutor’s table, The Witness Stand and the others two officers, Thorn and Ali. Sergeant Rick Miller, Officer Gary Thorn, Detective Shao Mali, Bans recited in a loud voice. devoid of emotion. They remain arrested for conspiracy to distribute narcotics, deprivation of civil rights under the pretext of law, perjury and organized crime.

Secure them. Thorn began to cry immediate. I just did what he told me. I didn’t know. He moaned as an agent tied his hands. hands behind the back. Omali remained sitting in silence, stunned, looking at the ground while they handcuffed him. But Miller did not collapse. In silence while two agents stand They approached him, he moved away.

 Take away my Hands off, I’m a sergeant. I direct this district. Not anymore, Vans said. She stood in front of him inches from her face. Did you want know about ghost skin, Rick? I You asked what he knew. I know you are the leader of a supremacist cell white that operates in district 21. I know you planted drugs on 43 minority suspects in the last 3 years.

 I know you channel the money confiscated from an account in the foreigner in the Cayman Islands under the name of Patriot Elisiag. And I know because I’ve been listening every call you’ve made for eight weeks. Miller’s face paled. The cable. Bans touched his ear. If clears throat I’m wearing one right now.

 But the one who caught you it was on the button of my shirt that night that you hit me The jury will hear you racially insult me while You kicked the ribs. They will hear you laugh how easy it is to ruin a life. Get it out of my sight,” Vans ordered. As Miller was being led away, he He looked with wide eyes when he realized account of its total destruction.

 He didn’t see a victim, saw the executioner. The chaos of The arrests calmed down, but the room remained closed. Judge Sterling He was still on the stand looking wanting to disappear between the panels wood. Prosecutor Dent was shaking so much that his pen clinked on the table. Bank sat on the edge of the table defense, her table.

 He made a gesture to Mr. King, Agent King, his second in command, to hand him over a bottle of water. He took a long drink, taking away the taste of dry mouth the jail Now Bans said with his voice echoing in the sudden silence. Let’s talk about the rest of the rot, Director Van stammered Judge Sterling, trying to regain some authority.

I congratulate the FBI on this operation. Shocking, really shocking. I had no idea. Stop the nonsense, Harold, said Bans. with severity. The judge backed away if they had slapped him. Excuse me, I said, “Cut the nonsense. Do you think we spent 6 months preparing a covert operation just to catch a street thug like Miller?” Bans laughed.

 A dry laugh and humorous. Miller is the bully. He is the instrument forceful, but the instruments forceful people need someone to point.He jumped off the table and started walking. back and forth with their heels clicking rhythmically. Operation Blue Rot was not just about of corrupt police officers. Bans explained addressing the room as if giving a quantum conference.

It was about the pipeline. Look, Miller arrests them, he clears up throat. Plant the evidence. But that It doesn’t work unless the prosecutor create the story without looking too much close and certainly does not work unless for the judge to sign the orders arrest, deny motions for suppression and dictate the sentences.

He stopped in front of the table prosecution. Dent seemed about to vomit Marcus Dent Van said. you and Miller play golf every Sunday at Rolling Hills Country Club. Nice course, expensive membership. We’re friends, Dent screeched. That is not a crime. No, Vans agreed. But pay your debts game with marked deposit money of police evidence, that is a crime. He clears his throat.

Rico’s laws are very clear about money laundering. Dense stayed open mouth We track the numbers standard, Marcus,” Bance said in a loud voice. low. The money Miller confiscated in a drug raid 6 months ago. The money that was supposed to be in the vault ended up in the hands of your runner of betting. We press it.

He sang like a bird. Two agents They approached and took Dent out of the chair. He didn’t resist, he just cried. Its expensive suit crumpled as he was handcuffed. And finally, Bans slowly turned around towards the platform, to the highest seat of the room. Judge Sterling was pale, but he stood firm.

 It is being overreaching, director. I am a judge of the Court of Circuit. You can’t touch me without one order of the Department of Justice. Do you do you mean this order? Agent King He stepped forward holding a document signed with fresh ink. Signed by the attorney general this tomorrow. Bans went up the stairs to the platform invading the sanctuary of the judge.

 We found the emails Electronics, Harold, whispered. Emails between you and private prison contractors. The recommendation commissions that receives for each defendant who sentences the maximum sentence in the penitentiary Stonewall private. children, first-time criminals, he sent them to 10 or 15 years in prison because They advanced a bribe of $2,000.

Sterling turned completely pale. This It was like the scandal of the children money, but on a large scale. That’s it lie”, Sterling whispered. “We have your book accounts,” Van said simply. Miller had an account book, sure. In case you ever you betrayed, he hid it in the basement of his mother.

 We execute the order I searched his house an hour ago. Detail each payment. Every name. If clears throat Every life that you sold for a check. Bans leaned toward me. with the voice trembling with suppressed rage. I was in your jail three days, Harold. I saw the people you sent there. I ate. I slept on the floor and thought of you every second. He stood up straight and looked at the officers.

Put it down. The image of a judge in functions being taken out of his high chair with his black robe tangling in his legs. It was something that no one in that room I would never forget. Sterling shouted about jurisdiction and immunity, but FBI agents turned a deaf ear to his plea. They took off his robe, leaving him discovered the wrinkled shirt that he had underneath, and they handcuffed him like a common criminal.

 Bans was left alone in the center of the room, the gallery, the few secretaries and the civilians who they witnessed fell into stunned silence. Agent King approached her. Director, the media is outside. The press release just came out. The FBI dismantles a massive network of Corruption in Cook County. The Governor is on line one. Bans took a deep breath.

 He looked at his wrists still red from the handcuffs. It becomes clear the throat Tell the governor to wait, he said Vans. I have one more thing to do. what Is that it? King asked. Bans looked at the empty defense table where sitting like Eve. There was another woman in the cell with me. Bans said it was a girl named Sara 19 years old.

 Miller put crack on it ago two weeks. She is terrified. He thinks his life is over. has a hearing in room 12 in 10 minutes. Bans adjusted his jacket. Get me his file,” Vans ordered, “and get me a new lawyer. “I’m going to represent her.” King smiled. “Director, today you are not a defense lawyer,” Bans said walking towards the door.

 I am whatever it takes to burn it all down this corrupt system. The story is not over. The corrupt officers are arrested, but the judgment of the century is about start and the union behind the judge He’s not going to let this go. They have connections that go beyond city. The arrest of Sergeant Miller, Judge Sterling and prosecutor Dent weredestined to make the end.

But in Victor’s dark office Stoneewall CEO Graves Corrections Inc., was considered simply a complication. Stonewall Corrections was the largest contractor for Private prisons in the Midwest. Your business model was simple, occupation. Empty beds meant loss of income, filled cells, profits. And for 10 years, Judge Sterling He had been his most trusted employee.

Making sure those beds are kept warm with bodies fresh, Graves was standing next to the window of his attic in the center of Chicago. Watching the news on giant screen on the other side of the street, the FBI dismantles a network of corruption. Judge arrested, He took a sip of whiskey and turned away. towards the man sitting on his couch leather.

 Senator Thomas Clayor, “This is a disaster, Victor,” said the Senator Claymor with a strained voice. Sterling he was careless in keeping records. Who does that nowadays? Sterling was greedy Graves responded gently, but the Director B is the real problem. No only arrested a few unscrupulous, confiscated the records. If you track money from accounts in Sterling foreigner, you will find Ghost companies.

If you find the Ghost companies, find the superpack that finances your re-election campaign. Thomas, Senator Pald. you said that I was isolated. You were until he FBI director decided to impersonate by an undercover drug addict, Graves Snedl. We have to end this. No with the people. That’s too loud. We have to end credibility.

As? Grabes answered the phone. Bans She is a woman who moves in a world of men. It is aggressive, it is unorthodox, the We paint like crazy. We paint the rot operation blue like an illegal witch hunt with political motivations. We destroy your reputation before you even put one foot in court for trial. Hours later, local FBI office, Chicago.

Evely Bans dropped a newspaper on your desk. The Chicago Tribune headline read, corrupt agent, questions about him FBI director’s mental state during a covert operation. “They’re moving fast,” he said. Agent King standing by the door. Fox News is airing a segment where he claims that you set a trap Miller for a personal vendetta.

 They are Investigating your past, Evely. They found that disciplinary hearing from 2015 in which you hit a suspicious that he spat at you. They can “Investigate all you want,” Van said. rubbing his hair. It’s a pure smokescreen. They are trying to contaminate the jury. It is working, King warned. The Department of Justice is cowering The attorney general called.

 You want to know if telephone intervention orders They were reliable. The senator’s office Clayor is pressuring him to review case for overreach procedural. Bans stood up with his burning eyes Clayor knew it was the cover politics. Sterling did not act in a vacuum. “Still We can’t touch the senator,” King said. We don’t have the link, so we will establish, Vans said.

 “And what about the girl Sara? He’s safe. We moved her to a house witness protection, but it is terrified. Miller’s friends, that we don’t catch, they happen every night through his mother’s house. Tactics of intimidation. Bans grabbed his jacket. Bring the car. We will not hide in the office. Where are we going? To hell. Vans said. If Leonard Vein defends Miller, I want to look him in the eyes.

 Leonard Weine He was the most expensive defense lawyer in the world. country. It was known as the shark Chicago. He did not defend the innocent, defended guilty people who could pay millions. and Víctor Graves paid the account of Miller and Sterling. Bans and King entered the elegant Vine office lobby. The receptionist tried to stop them, but the plate used to open doors.

They broke into the conference room from Vine. Leonard Behin was sitting there laughing with a man who seemed taken from a yacht. Victor Graves. The The laughter stopped when Vans entered. The director They go. Bin smiled, showing some teeth. too white to be real. To what do I owe the pleasure? I am here to negotiate a plea deal.

You may be willing to suspend your guys if they apologize publicly. I’m not here to negotiate, Leonard, Van said, completely ignoring Graves, although he had his face engraved in the mind. I’m here to tell you that Your client, Rick Miller, is going to die in prison. Miller is a decorated hero,” he said. Bin gently.

“You caused it, you created a hostile environment. You, director, were the aggressor. The jury will see an uncontrolled woman, not to a corrupt police.” Victor Graves spoke in a hoarse voice. It is fighting a war he can’t winwithout Oravans. The city depends on these men. Prisons depend on power judicial. It is an ecosystem.

 If it becomes clear the throat, remove a piece, everything is collapses Chaos in the streets. Base turned to Graves. She approached him invading your personal space. It must be Victor Graves, he said. Corrections. Stonewall. I am a concerned citizen helping finance the defense of our brave officers,” Graves said drinking a sip of water.

 “You are a parasite.” Vans corrected him. “And it should know something about ecosystems, Victor. When you introduce another predator stronger than the pests, these are devoured.” He approached. Cost of commissions reference. I know Sterling sent children to their prisons to maintain the price of its shares and when prove, not if, but when I will confiscate Stoneewall Corrections under the laws Federal Forfeiture and I will turn it into a public park.

Graves’s eye twitched. It was a slight movement, but Bans caught it. Fear. Get out of my office, Vin snapped. See you at the courthouse, Van said. As he left, King whispered, “You just poke the bear.” Good, said Vans. The Bears are careless when they get angry. The trial began three months later. The CNN called it the trial of the century.

 Cook County Courthouse I was surrounded by media vans communication from around the world. The Protesters lined the streets. One side chanted. The lives blues matter. And the other, justice for the victims. Inside the environment It was suffocating. Since Judge Sterling was one of the accused, the Court Supreme Court had appointed a judge special visitor from New York, the Judge Elena Ross, to preside over the case.

She was known as the iron lady. No tolerated nonsense. The room was crowded All the seats were busy. Miller, Thorn, Omali and the exes Sterling sat at the table defense. They looked different now. Miller had lost weight. Your arrogance gave way to a latent animal fury and cornered Sterling looked frail, an old man destroyed who was trying to earn compassion.

 Leonard B defended the opening statement of the defense. It was brilliant, theatrical and absolutely shameless Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it began Came walking like a tiger. The FBI is a powerful organization. They have thousands of millions of dollars. They have satellites spies. And what did they do with that power? They caught terrorists, They didn’t spend millions of dollars to fool a very police sergeant worker on the 4th of July,” he said pointing finger at Vans, who sat on the prosecution table, acting as deputy attorney, an unusual measure

awarded by the Department of Justice. Director Vans found no crime. Vin roared. One was invented. acted erratically, he acted violently. He practically begged Sergeant Miller to arrest her and now she wants ruin the lives of these men to boost your own career. This is not justice, it’s a reality show starring Evely Van.

 The jury, 12 ordinary citizens, Vans noted. Some were skeptical. Vain It was good. I was sowing doubts. Then it was the prosecutor’s turn. Bans stood up foot. He didn’t pace, he didn’t scream. He walked up the center of the room and stayed completely still. Mr. Bin talks about crimes of manufacturing”, Vans said quietly.

“Talk about performance.” He turned towards him jury. “I’m going to show you a performance, but it’s not mine.” He made a signal to the technical team. “Play the test 49”. The giant screens of the room lit up. It was not the video of arrest, it was a video from 3 years ago. It was a recording from the car camera of Sergeant Miller, a recording that I thought I had erased it, but FBI forensic analysts had recovered from your hard drive portable. It was night on the screen.

Miller and Thorn were standing next to a teenager, a black boy about 16 years. The boy was crying handcuffed in the sidewalk. Please, officer, I didn’t do anything. I was just walking home. The boy was soyab. King Miller held a bag of marijuana you know how This works, boy. Miller said in the video.

 I need a necklace to meet with my monthly fee. You are the only one. But that’s not mine. Now it is. Miller smiled. He leaned towards the camera. Who are they going to believe? Me or a bully like you? Miller turned to Thorn. make sure to write in the report resisted. Add a charge of assault. to the judge Sterling. He likes us to add aggression.

 Receive a Sivana bonus Stonewall for over 5 years. The room is he was out of breath. an inspiration collective that left the room stunned. Leonard Vein stood up abruptly. Objection. This is defamation. This is irrelevant to the charges current. Revoked. Judge Ross said in an icy voice, “The charge is organized crime andconspiracy. This gets right to the point.

of the conspiracy.” Bans stopped the video. He looked at the jury. “That boy,” he said. Bans with a slightly trembling voice. If called Marcus Robinson. He was sent to Stonewall Penitentiary. for 7 years based on that report. Two years ago, Marcus hanged himself in his cell. She let the weight of that would settle. Mr.

 Bin says, “I cheated these men.” Vans continued. clears throat I didn’t fool them, I just turned on the lights. And when you turn on the lights in a kitchen full of cockroaches, don’t blame the light switch from what you see. Miller stared at the table, refusing to look up. Sterling trembled The trial lasted for weeks in a brutal tug of war.

 bin summoned experts to affirm that the tapes were manipulated. He attacked Van’s reputation. Even he mentioned his divorce trying to paint her of unstable. But Bans had something Vin couldn’t. manipulate the ledger. On the tenth day, Bans called his witness star, who was neither an agent nor a police.

 The prosecution called Sara Jenkins. The doors opened. Sarah, the 19-year-old girl who had been in the cell with Vans, he entered. It seemed terrified. I was wearing a dress simple and clutching her bag. He went up to dais. Sara, Bans asked with sweetness You recognize the men in the defense table Yes, mom, Sara whispered. He pointed to Miller.

with a trembling finger. That’s Sergeant Miller. tell the jury what happened on June 15. He was waiting for the bus, he said Sara with tears in her eyes. He stopped. He asked me on a date. I told him no. I said who had a boyfriend He got angry. He said that Nobody says no to the king of district. Sara Soyoso. He grabbed my bag.

 put a bag of white powder inside. He said, “Now are you my girlfriend or are you a recluse? Up to you. The jury looked at Miller with obvious displeasure. “What did you, Sara? I spit in his face,” he said, suddenly recovering his strength. “And what did he do? He broke my nose,” he said. Sara, and took me to jail.

 and then He looked at Judge Sterling, then at that man there. The judge didn’t even looked. My lawyer tried to show him photos of my face The judge only said 5 years in Stonewall. He didn’t even look up from his papers. Bane tried to question her. He tried to confuse her. “Miss Jenkins, isn’t it true that Do you have a history of theft?” he asked.

Bain aggressively. “I stole milk from formula for my sister’s son when I was 16,” Sara replied. “Does that mean I deserve to be accused of crack?” Beyin didn’t know what to answer. He sat down defeated. The climax came on the last day. Bans He was presenting his final arguments. He had the jewels in the palm of his hand, but suddenly the doors of the room They burst open.

 A man in a suit He ran in and whispered something to her. Leonard Vein. Vine’s face illuminated He stood up immediately. Your honor, I have a motion to quash the judgment. Sinor Beh, we are in the final arguments. Judge Ross snapped. New evidence, J! Vin shouted brandishing a USB stick. We have received evidence that the order FBI wiretap was signed by a judge under duress.

 If the order is invalid, the doctrine applies from the fruit of the poisonous tree. All video, all audio recording, all proof that director Bans collected is inadmissible. The courtroom was plunged into chaos. Bans froze. Coercion. What judge? The order was signed by Judge Hallow, federal magistrate. Come to the stand,” the judge shouted.

Ross. Bans and Vin ran towards him. dais. “I have an affidavit,” Veiceo smiling like a shark I smelled blood. Judge Hallowe states that director Vans threatened to reveal his romance if he didn’t sign the order. “It is retracting his signature.” Advance will be He chilled the blood. Graves and Clayor arrived at the union, they had unearthed information compromising on the magistrate federal government and had been blackmailed into dismissed the case at the last second.

If the court order was vacated, the tapes were illegal. If the tapes were illegal, the case was closed. Miller would be free. Director Van, said the Judge Ross with a serious expression. It’s true, “it’s a lie,” said Bans, mulling over the head. It’s blackmail. “Can Try it?” Ross asked. Because if not maybe, I have to throw away the evidence.

It’s the law. Bans looked back at the gallery. Victor Graves was sitting in the last row. He dedicated a small gesture of sufficiency. “Ge mate,” said his eyes. Bans looked at Miller, smiling again. The arrogance had returned. I was 5 minutes to save the case. 5 minutes before bad karma turned in tragedy.

 Judge Ross held the affidavit in hand with indecipherable expression. The silence inthe room was absolute, broken only by the hum of the air conditioning and Sergeant Miller’s frenetic beat, that looked like a man watching a wheel spin coin in the air, waiting to see if It came out heads or tails. This is an accusation serious, Mr Vine, said Judge Ross slowly.

 If Judge Hallowe was coerced, the court order is void. Telephone interventions are inadmissible and without them the case collapses Leonard Vein smiled, adjusting his silk tie The law is the law, Your honor, you have no choice but to declare a nullity of the trial and dismiss the evidence. Victor Graves, sitting in the back, crossed the legs with a deep expression satisfaction on the face.

 had won the money, he had won. Evely Bans He panicked, he didn’t scream, he just He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a small USB flash drive. “Your honor,” Van said with a voice that It cut the tension like a razor. The Mr. Bin is right. If the sworn statement is authentic, the case is closed.

 But before I dictate sentence, the people request permission to call one last witness refutation of the origin of this new test. We protest, Bin shouted. The declaration sworn speaks for itself. Revoked. The Judge Ross snapped. I want to know where from this came out. Director Bans, call your witness. Bans turned toward the gallery.

 He looked straight to the last row. Fair behind Victor Graves. a man with chauffeur uniform was sitting there with the cap in his hands looking at the ground. The prosecution calls the agent especially David King. Van announced. Victor Graves stood paralyzed, He turned his head slowly, looked at his chóer, the man who had taken him to court every day during the last month.

 The man who had it brought to the meeting with the judge Halloween the night before. The chauffeur stood up, left his cap on the stand, walked to the stand changing your driving position discreet to upright military. Agent King, Bans said connecting the USB memory to the judicial system, where you have worked the last three weeks.

 I have been working incognito as personal chauffeur of the fate. Victor Grives, said King in a voice resonant. Grab got up knocking down his chair. You, you were in the car. Sit down. roared the faker. Bancé pressed a button. and you recorded the conversation inside the vehicle at 8 o’clock this morning tomorrow between Mr.

 Graves and the Defense Attorney Leonard V. Yes, play it. The audio filled the room. It was clear. No Don’t worry, Victor, said the Leonard’s unmistakable smug voice Bejain. Halloween signed it. We threaten with filtering the photos of him and her intern collapsed like a suit cheap. Will lie about coercion Vans.

 The judge will have to throw out the telephone interventions. Well, said Victor’s rough voice. Graves. Once Miller leaves, We cut the story and they remind me that give Halloween a little something extra. The recording ended. Leonard Vin stood paralyzed in his table with his face bleeding to death look like a wax figure. looked at the judge then to the door realizing that there was no way out.

 Bans walked towards the center of the room. That statement sworn does not constitute evidence, your honor, It is proof of a new conspiracy. Conspiracy to commit perjury, conspiracy to obstruct justice and blackmailing a federal magistrate. pointed out the defense table. The court order still standing. The interventions telephones are still standing.

 The only thing that What changes is the number of accused. Judge Ross’s eyes were full of fury He looked at Leonard Vein. Lord Vin, you are charged with contempt. balve, stop Mr. Vin immediately and secure Mr. Graves in the gallery. “No,” Graves shouted as the agents they surrounded. Do you know who I am? I am the owner of this city, no longer, said Van in a voice low.

 Sergeant Miller observed horrified how they handcuffed and took away you drag his prestigious lawyer. He looked at Vans, the woman he had mocked, the woman he had beaten. Bans stared at him. She didn’t smile, he just nodded. Checkmate. The verdict arrived two hours after. Guilty. of all charges. The audience of sentence was immediate.

 Judge Ross does not He hesitated. Rick Miller read looking through on top of his glasses, for his crimes against the people of Chicago and for betray the badge. I sentence him to 40 years of federal prison without possibility of probation. Miller slumped in his chair. soyloosando. Former Judge Harold Sterling continued for sell justice for profit.

25 years. Victor Graves looked at the handcuffed billionaire for crime and corruption, chain perpetual. As the bailiffs took them away, The room erupted in applause. No, he polite applause at a golf game. but the roar of a community that I had been holding my breath for years.

Bans approached Sara, the young woman who had testified. Sara was crying, but They were tears of relief. “It’s over,” he Vans said. “You are free.” Sara hugged the FBI director. It was the only moment in which he let his guard down. outside the court, the stairs were crowded The reporters put him microphones in Van’s face. Director, director, how do you feel? Bans adjusted his sunglasses, looked at the camera.

 Today we not only catch some How many bad police officers, he said with firmness. He clears his throat. We send a message. The plate is a shield for protect the innocent, not a weapon to hunt them. And if they use it as a weapon, we will get it back. He turned around and walked towards his car, leaving chaos behind. The justice had not only been blind today, had been a vision of 2020.

 The consequences of the operation blue rot changed everything. The federal government seized and closed the correctional stonewall. The district’s ghost skin unit 21 was purged, which led to the review of more than 500 cases. Rick Miller is currently serving his sentence in a maximum security prison. Ironically, one where it is now minority.

He spends 23 hours a day in a cell thinking about the taillight that doesn’t should have destroyed. Karma doesn’t always come instantly. A Sometimes you need a cable, a witness brave and a woman who refuses give in, but when it hits, it hits strong. Thanks for watching this story supreme justice.

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