Chapter 4 - The Bodycam Betrayal
I spent the next three hours reviewing the encrypted body camera footage.
Captain Landry thought his officers were smart, but corrupt cops always make mistakes.
I watched the digital recording of Officer Jenkins entering Arthur’s house.
Brooke was standing in the living room, holding a glass of wine, perfectly calm.
The camera clearly showed broken glass on the floor and blood on the edge of the coffee table.
"Get the old crazy woman out of my house," Brooke said on the video, laughing.
Then, Officer Jenkins reached down and covered his microphone.
The audio cut out, but the video kept rolling.
I zoomed in on the reflection in the hallway mirror.
In the mirror’s reflection, I could clearly see Arthur handing a silver aluminum baseball bat to Officer Jenkins.
Jenkins took the bat, walked to his cruiser, and placed it in the trunk.
He never logged it into evidence.
He stole the weapon to protect the wealthy daughter-in-law.
I paused the video and printed a high-resolution screenshot of the transaction.
My office door opened, and Arthur walked in, looking like he hadn't slept in days.
"Clara, please," he begged, shutting the door behind him.
"You don't understand the pressure Brooke's family put on me."
I slid the printed photograph across the table toward him.
"I understand that you watched your wife beat our mother, and then you handed the weapon to a dirty cop," I said, my voice dangerously calm.
Arthur stared at the photo, burying his face in his hands as he began to sob.
"Brooke's father funds the police pension," Arthur confessed.
"Landry told us if we played along, Mom would just get a warning and it would all go away."
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"Nothing is going away, Arthur," I promised him.
"You are going to testify against all of them, or you are going to prison with them."
