50 Bikers Surrounded A Rookie Cop At A Gas Station Then Dropped To Their Knees

It was his father. Younger. Maybe forty. Sitting at a table in what looked like a garage. Papers spread out in front of him. Bikers on either side. Everyone focused on the documents.

Ryan had never seen this picture. Had never known this version of his father existed.

“He met with us every week for three months,” Walt said. “Built the whole case. Every planted drug. Every falsified report. Every lie. He connected it all back to Briggs and his unit.”

“Then he did the hardest thing I’ve ever seen a man do.”

Walt’s voice dropped. The men around him got quieter, if that was possible.

“Your father took everything he had—every document, every photograph, every recording—and he drove to the state attorney general’s office. Bypassed the department entirely. Bypassed internal affairs. Went straight to the top.”

“He turned in his own people,” Ryan said.

“He turned in his own people. Knowing exactly what it would cost him.”