Crooked Cop

An elite detective wore his badge like armor, but it was just a license to do whatever he wanted. He'd once believed in the law, but that was years ago-before promotions became favors, and favors turned into bribes. Now, he made more from drug dealers than he ever had from his paycheck. He shook down low-level pushers, fed evidence to the right lawyers, and bent the rules until they cracked. His reports were clean, his boots polished, and his record spotless. No one asked questions. He knew how to keep the paperwork pretty.