Chapter 105: The Veil of Truth

The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the official report sprawled across Officer Miller's desk. Each line he read fuelled a fire of indignation that burned hotter with every passing moment. "Whitewashed cover-up," he muttered under his breath, slamming his fist down on the desk with a force that rattled the coffee mugs in nearby cubicles. The report on the Alarcão Pharmaceuticals case was a mockery of justice. It painted a sanitized picture, conveniently omitting the whispers of deeper corruption that Miller, with his dogged investigative instincts, had uncovered. Looking around at his colleagues, their heads buried deep in their own paperwork, a wave of disgust washed over him. Didn't anyone else see the glaring holes in the official narrative? Where was the outrage? Where was the pursuit of the truth? Unable to contain his frustration any longer, Miller shot to his feet, the chair scraping harshly against the linoleum floor. "This is a