But the discrepancies were substantial.

Then Camille discovered something more concerning.

A senior sheriff’s official had approved several towing authorizations connected to the questionable invoices.

His name was Major Russell Dempsey.

He had worked in law enforcement for twenty-six years.

He controlled a large portion of the department’s vehicle enforcement operations.

And he was the direct supervisor of Deputy Trent Voss.

Camille didn’t yet know whether Dempsey had committed a crime.

But she knew his involvement needed to be examined.

She requested the relevant records through established legal procedures.

Three days later, someone attempted to access the prosecutor’s protected witness schedule without authorization.

That was when Camille began worrying about a leak.

Chapter 5: The Meeting That Was Supposed to Be Routine

At 4:50 p.m., Camille received a message from Special Agent Lena Ortiz.

The GBI had been assisting with the procurement investigation.

Lena’s team was examining possible public corruption and improper handling of government contracts.

The message was brief.

“Ready for evidence transfer. Can you meet at the garage at 5:45?”

Camille replied.

“Confirmed.”

The meeting was scheduled at the secure parking area beneath the county justice complex.

Camille planned to transfer a documented set of records for independent examination.

The original evidence had already been preserved through official procedures.

The papers in her briefcase were working copies and witness summaries.

But they were still sensitive.

They contained information about people who had agreed to cooperate.

Camille wanted the materials handled carefully.

At 5:20, she left her office.

She entered the elevator carrying her briefcase and phone.

Five minutes later, she reached the underground garage.

Her silver Lexus was parked near a concrete support pillar.

She walked toward it.

Then noticed three sheriff’s deputies standing beside the vehicle.

The tallest stepped forward.

“Camille Brooks?”

She stopped.

“Yes.”

“Deputy Trent Voss. We need to speak with you.”

Camille recognized the name.

She had seen it in departmental records related to towing authorizations.

Her expression remained neutral.

“About what?”

Voss smiled.

“Your access to this parking facility.”

Camille looked toward her assigned parking space.

“I work in this building.”

“We’ll determine that.”

She took out her identification.

“Assistant District Attorney Camille Brooks.”

Voss barely glanced at it.

Then he said: