Keller moved to flank Ben on the right. “Don’t make this difficult. Get out of the way and let us search your truck.”
“Where is she?” Morrison’s voice cracked with barely controlled fury. “Where’s Shelly?”
“Fuck you.”
Keller’s hand moved toward his gun. “Turn around. Hands on the truck.”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s resisting arrest,” Keller said, grinning.
Ben’s expression didn’t change. “Your body cams off for a reason? Does that make it easier to plant false evidence?”
Morrison smirked. “Can’t record you claiming police misconduct when we find the fentanyl. Or when we kick your ass.”
There it was. The admission.
The tarp in the truck bed shifted. Shane sat up, phone held high, recording everything.
“Hey fellas,” Shane drawled as he jumped down from the truck bed. “Smile for the camera.”
Morrison spun, his hand at his holster—but he didn’t draw. Not with Shane’s phone capturing every move.
“That’s entrapment,” Morrison yelled.
Ben laughed. “Pot, meet kettle. And what his phone didn’t capture, my security cam did.”
“You son of a—” Morrison lunged at Ben, fist cocked back. Ben caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted, and slammed Morrison face-first against the truck with one smooth motion.
At the same time, Keller rushed Shane, but the former SWCC put him in an arm bar before the deputy could land a punch.
Behind them, tires crunched on gravel. Three trucks pulled up, followed by two more vehicles—George’s police SUV and a Boulder PD cruiser.
Bear, Elias, Waylon, and Gabe climbed out and spread into a loose perimeter.
From the Boulder cruiser emerged Officer Sylvie Hoff, George’s daughter, and her partner, Officer Carla DeVivo.
Morrison struggled against Ben’s hold. “Officer! These assholes assaulted us?—”
“Dexter Morrison,” George said, his voice flat and official. “Wade Keller. You’re both under arrest.”
Morrison’s face went white. “What?”
“Just got off the phone with the sheriff. Turns out there’s fentanyl missing from evidence. And surveillance footage shows you in the evidence locker earlier today.” George nodded to Sylvie. “Officer Hoff will take it from here.”
Sylvie stepped forward, cuffs ready. “You have the right to remain silent.”
Morrison’s bravado crumbled. “This is bullshit. We didn’t?—”
“Save it for IA,” George said. “And for the DA. You’re done.”
Ben released Morrison into Sylvie’s custody. Keller didn’t resist when Shane handed him over to Carla.
As Sylvie and Carla loaded the scumbags into their cruiser, George turned to Ben. “Your cameras get all that?”
“Every word.”
“Good. I’ll need a copy for evidence.” George paused. “Morrison’s landlord is meeting officers at his apartment right now. We’ll make sure Shelly gets her belongings back safe.”
