They built a perfect machine.
Small towns where travelers disappear into cells. Judges who never met a Black man they couldn't convict. Officers who plant evidence as routinely as they write tickets. A system so elegant, so profitable, that it ran unchecked for twenty years.
But machines have a weakness - they can't tell the difference between prey and predator.
So when they arrested Darius Carter on a quiet road in Mill Creek, they thought they had their next victim. Instead, they found their executioner. Because Darius had something none of their other targets possessed:
A brother who could tear their machine apart from the highest office in American justice.
Sometimes corruption doesn't need a hero.
Sometimes it just needs the wrong man in handcuffs.