Power has a way of protecting its own. A nod between judges. A wink between officers. Files that disappear. Evidence that never existed. It's a dance Maya Caldwell has watched for years from behind her federal prosecutor's desk, each step choreographed to maintain the illusion of justice while serving something far darker.
Until tonight.
Two police officers see a Black woman in a luxury car and decide she doesn't belong. They don't know she's a federal prosecutor. She doesn't tell them. Because Maya understands something they don't – sometimes the most dangerous person in a corrupt system isn't the one fighting it from the outside.
It's the one who lets herself be swallowed whole, just to expose the rot within.