Damon's POV
The cold metal of Inspector Andrew's gun pressed against my temple as he spat out a string of curses. My heart hammered in my chest, but I forced myself to remain calm.
"Come on, Inspector Seth. We're both local boys. We understand how this town operates," Andrew pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "Why turn against me now?"
Seth stood his ground, unwavering. "Put the weapon down, Andrew. This charade ends right here. Maybe you've convinced yourself this is how justice works, but where I come from, we don't solve problems with backdoor deals and looking the other way. You've enjoyed your corrupt privileges long enough. Time to face consequences."
"Perhaps," Andrew snarled, jamming the barrel harder against my skull. "But I'm taking this worthless piece of garbage to hell with me. If it wasn't for him, my life would still be the comfortable routine it always was."
