He was now the witness who could bring the entire department down.
Officer Jason Morrison assumed the man sitting behind the wheel was just another motorist he could pressure into submission. What he had no idea about was that every threat, every false statement, and every violent moment was already being transmitted directly to a federal office only four miles away. The driver was Marcus Troy, thirty-eight years old, a veteran FBI special agent who had spent twelve years investigating police corruption and abuses of authority. He had been sent to Deerfield after repeated complaints kept vanishing without any serious investigation, and Morrison’s name appeared in those reports again and again. On that October evening, Troy was driving a black rental Audi exactly at the posted speed limit, signaling before every turn and giving Morrison no lawful reason to pull him over.Morrison followed him for six blocks anyway. At 6:51 p.m., he switched on his emergency lights, and Troy immediately turned into a brightly illuminated CVS parking lot, shut down the engine, and rested both hands clearly on the steering wheel. Concealed equipment inside Troy’s tie clip and briefcase was transmitting a live feed to an FBI team positioned nearby. Morrison walked up to the window and demanded Troy’s license and registration while refusing to say why he had stopped him.“Can I ask why you stopped me?” Troy asked evenly.Morrison claimed Troy had been drifting between lanes, even though Troy had remained centered in his lane and followed every traffic law.“Step out of the car,” Morrison ordered.Troy kept both hands where Morrison could see them and asked, “What are the grounds?”Morrison mocked him for questioning his authority, while Troy calmly asked for a supervisor. Rather than explain himself, Morrison took a step backward and said, “We can do this the difficult way.”
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THE SUNSET SHOWDOWN: THE FINAL HALT
Chapter 3
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