Torres studied the records. "These offshore accounts. The timing matches perfectly with property acquisitions."
"There's more." Marcus handed over Daniel's thumb drive. "Video evidence of Holt coordinating with developers. Body-camera footage showing targeted harassment of homeowners who refused to sell."
Jenkins reviewed the materials carefully, her expression growing more serious with each document. "This is the kind of evidence we've been waiting for. Names, dates, dollar amounts, all documented."
"My wife is in jail because she got in their way," Marcus said. "They're trying to force our elderly neighbor to sell her home."
"We'll open a full corruption investigation immediately," Jenkins assured him. "This level of evidence demands action. We'll need statements from affected residents."
"They're ready to talk. The whole neighborhood has witnessed Holt's tactics."
Torres made copies of everything while Jenkins typed rapidly on her computer. "I'm filing the official investigation notice now. This triggers automatic protections for witnesses and evidence."
Marcus watched them work, feeling cautiously hopeful. "What about my wife?"
"I'll contact the district attorney's office," Jenkins said. "These documents prove Angela was targeted as part of a criminal conspiracy. The charges should be dropped."
Two hours later, Marcus stood outside the county jail. His military legal team had already arranged Angela's release on bail. The heavy metal doors opened with a buzz. Angela walked out looking tired but unbroken.
"Marcus." She fell into his embrace, and he held her tightly.
"Let's go home."
The drive back to Brookside Street was quiet. Angela stared out the window, processing everything that had happened. Marcus explained the evidence and the Internal Affairs investigation.
"You really found proof?" she asked.
"Bank records, videos, corporate documents, everything connecting Holt to Vision Heights. Jenkins said it's enough for criminal charges."
Angela squeezed his hand. "I knew you'd figure it out."
They pulled into their driveway. The house still showed signs of the police search: scattered papers, overturned furniture, damaged doors. But neighbors had tried to clean up what they could.
Mrs. Carter hurried over from next door. "Angela, thank God you're home." The elderly woman hugged her fiercely. "We've all been so worried."
Other neighbors emerged from their homes, gathering on porches and sidewalks. Someone started clapping. Soon, the whole street joined in, celebrating Angela's return.
"You showed them what this neighborhood is made of," Mr. Patterson called from his front steps.
"We're not letting them push us around anymore," added Mrs. Rodriguez, who had brought over a casserole.