Chapter 7 - What the Warrants Found
By sunset, investigators had recovered enough evidence to end Dominic’s career many times over.
At his hunting cabin, they discovered military radios, thermal imaging equipment and two generators reported as destroyed.
Inside a storage facility registered to Dominic’s brother, investigators found vehicle parts, confiscated firearms and county emergency supplies prepared for private sale.
In the sheriff’s office, a hidden cabinet contained files on judges, business owners and political opponents.
Dominic had documented people’s debts, affairs, medical problems and family disputes.
He did not merely enforce the law.
He collected weaknesses.
The most important discovery was a small black ledger hidden beneath the floor of his cabin.
It listed payments to state contractors, a county commissioner and a National Guard logistics officer.
Beside several names were the words pressure, silence or remove.
Deputy Aaron Pike’s name appeared on one page.
Beside it, Dominic had written:
Road problem handled.
The attorney general immediately reopened Aaron’s death investigation.
Dominic was transferred to state custody that evening.
His brother was arrested the following morning. Two county officials resigned before noon. The Guard logistics officer attempted to destroy records but was detained before leaving his office.
Red Creek woke to the sound of reporters and helicopters.
For years, people had believed Dominic’s power came from the badge.
The truth was simpler.
His power came from everyone believing they were alone.
Once they began speaking together, his empire collapsed in less than twenty-four hours.
Amelia returned to our house after midnight.
I was packing.
She stood in the bedroom doorway and watched me fold my uniform into a suitcase.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Temporary quarters in Helena.”
“For how long?”
“Until the investigation concludes.”
“What about us?”
I continued packing.
“Were you sleeping with him?”
She looked away.
“That isn’t a fair question right now.”
“It’s the only personal question I have left.”
Her silence answered me.
I closed the suitcase.
“He told me you were planning to divorce me,” she said. “He said you had hidden accounts.”
“And you believed him?”
“You never explained anything.”
“So you gave him information about my work?”
“I didn’t know it was dangerous.”
“You photographed my notes.”
“He said they would prove you were hiding money.”
“You sent him the schedule from my secure phone.”
Her face crumpled.
“I made a mistake.”
“A mistake is forgetting an anniversary. You chose him repeatedly.”
“I was lonely.”
“So was I.”
She began to cry.
Months earlier, that sound would have brought me across the room.
Now I remained where I was.
“I never wanted anyone hurt,” she said.
“Dominic hurt people for years. You helped him identify the person investigating him.”
“I didn’t know.”
“You knew enough to lie.”
I lifted my suitcase.
Amelia stepped aside.
At the door, she whispered, “Do you hate me?”
I considered the question.
“No.”
She looked up hopefully.
“I just don’t trust you anymore.”
Hope left her face.
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Sometimes the opposite of love was not hatred.
Sometimes it was clarity.
