Chapter 82
Commissioner Landon had barely been in command for a full week, but it felt like the precinct had undergone a military coup. No one was spared his sharp eyes or his brutal efficiency. He started every morning with surprise inspections—desks, reports, evidence lockers—all ruthlessly checked for errors, negligence, or signs of sloppy work. Officers who once lounged around the bullpen sipping coffee now sat up straight, folders neatly stacked, pens aligned like soldiers in formation. New protocol manuals appeared on every desk, thick and heavy enough to double as doorstops. Mandatory compliance meetings were scheduled. Chain-of-command reminders were posted on every bulletin board. Landon enforced it all with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove—polite, but absolutely unyielding. At fi
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