Vance swallowed hard. He grabbed the short chain between my cuffs and shoved me forward. ""Move.""
We walked to the elevators in silence. The doors slid open, and Vance pushed me inside, hitting the button for the third floor. He didn't look at me. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscle twitched. He was trying to calculate the damage, trying to figure out if Arthur Hayes had panicked or if Greg Holden had made a mistake. He still believed his badge was a sufficient shield.
The elevator doors opened to the third floor. We walked down the carpeted hallway and pushed through the heavy oak double doors of Commission Chamber A.
The room was packed. Seventy chairs were filled with local business owners, county clerks, and citizens. At the front of the room, seated behind a massive, curved wooden dais, were the seven elected County Commissioners.
But no one was looking at the commissioners. Every single eye in the room was locked onto the massive ten-by-ten-foot digital projector screen mounted against the far wall, typically used to display property lines and zoning maps.
Currently, it was displaying a crisp, high-resolution, timestamped photograph of a sixty-ton Caterpillar excavator parked inside the Eastside Recreation Center gates. The timestamp in the corner read 8:45 AM. The logo on the side of the machine read HOLDEN CONSTRUCTION.
Sitting at the witness table directly below the screen was Arthur Hayes. His gray suit was dark with sweat under the arms. He looked like he was about to vomit.
Sitting in the front row of the public gallery, no longer wearing his pristine hard hat, was Greg Holden. He was staring at the screen, his mouth slightly open, the arrogance entirely drained from his face.
Standing quietly in the back corner of the room, holding a crushed manila envelope, was David.
""Bring him to the front, Deputy,"" ordered Marcus Sterling, the Commission Chair. Sterling was a retired judge with forty years of procedural ruthlessness behind him. He did not tolerate liability.
Vance marched me down the center aisle, forcing me to stop a few feet from the witness table.
""Remove the handcuffs, Deputy,"" Sterling commanded, his voice echoing through the PA system.
Vance froze. ""Sir, this man is under arrest for—""
""I said remove the cuffs, Vance,"" Sterling interrupted, his tone dropping an octave. ""The Chief Deputy of the Sheriff's Department is standing right behind you. If you don't unlock him, the Chief will.""
Vance turned his head. Standing by the side exit was the Chief Deputy, a towering man with silver hair, staring at Vance with absolute, icy fury. Vance’s hands shook as he fumbled for his keys. He unlocked the cuffs. My arms dropped to my sides. I rotated my wrists, letting the blood rush back into my numb fingers, exposing the vicious, overlapping purple bands of bruising to the entire room.
Sterling leaned forward over his microphone. ""Mr. Thorne. This commission was presented with a field contact report at midnight yesterday, filed by Deputy Vance. It claimed you were intoxicated, erratic, and aggressively resisting arrest, triggering an automatic suspension of your municipal bidding rights. Is this accurate?""
""No, sir,"" I said clearly.
Sterling turned his gaze to Arthur Hayes. ""Mr. Hayes. You submitted Resolution 88-B this morning at eight-fifteen, invoking the emergency clause to hand a two-million-dollar contract to Holden Construction, citing Mr. Thorne’s sudden liability. Is that correct?""
""I... I was following protocol,"" Hayes stammered, gripping the edges of the table. ""I received the police report. I had to act to protect the county timeline.""
Sterling pointed a heavy finger at the projector screen. ""Then please explain to this chamber, Mr. Hayes, how Holden Construction managed to secure, load, transport, and stage sixty tons of heavy demolition equipment on county property just thirty minutes after you invoked the emergency clause. A logistical mobilization that requires at least twenty-four hours of prior planning.""
Hayes opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked at Holden in the front row, then at Vance. The silence in the chamber was absolute. Hayes broke.
""I got a call from Greg Holden on Sunday,"" Hayes blurted out, his voice cracking violently. ""He said Thorne was going to have a legal issue on Monday. He told me to have the emergency transfer paperwork ready. He said Deputy Vance was going to make sure the primary bid was disqualified. I didn't ask for details! I just wanted the project to stay on schedule!""