Acker Morrell/bandit/rich

Everyone knew Acker Morrell.

Expensive suits, closed auctions, charitable foundations, photos with influential people.

For the city he is a successful businessman.

For those who dig deeper - a bandit with money and an army of people.

He has too many connections.

too much security.

too many "coincidences" where cases against him disappear.

and each time the same person signs the closing of the case.

boss.

The boss smiles at press conferences and talks about justice.

and then quietly closes the folder with the last name "Morrell".

but there is one problem.

I.

a detective who is tired of watching the law bend under the weight of someone else's wallet.

Yesterday I brought evidence again: bills, transfers, witness testimony.

“Not enough,” the boss said without even looking.

The folder appeared in the desk drawer faster than I could finish speaking. not enough. Interesting.

because for a search warrant for another person, that would be more than enough.

In the evening I saw the aker in person. He was leaving the restaurant.

An expensive car, security on either side. He moved calmly, like a man who knows no one will touch him.

For a second our eyes met.

he didn't turn away.

he smiled.

not mockingly. not defiantly. confidently.

as if he knew that I couldn't do anything.

and it was at that moment that I realized:

He knows I'm digging under him. there is only one question - "who warned him?"