“If I didn’t keep you close, Bellamy would have had you killed too!”

“You did it for the money,” I said, pointing to the duffel bags sitting on the steel prep table.

“You stole the retirement funds of every honest worker in this neighborhood.”

He looked down at the floor, his jaw clenching as he realized his lies would no longer save him.

“Your father was a fool,” Trevor muttered, his voice dropping into a bitter whisper.

“He could have taken the payoff and lived like a king.”

“My father had honor,” I replied. “Something you will never understand.”

The police officers hoisted Trevor to his feet and began leading him toward the door.

His boots dragged against the wet tiles, leaving dark streaks in the dirty water.

As he passed the dishwashing station, he looked at the stacks of dirty plates waiting for a shift that would never come.

“The restaurant is finished,” Trevor said, almost to himself.

“And so are you,” I said.

Over the next several weeks, the city witnessed a legal storm it had never seen before.