Diane’s face crumbled. "You’ve become the very thing you used to hate. A politician who uses the law as a bludgeon."
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"He falsified one report. One. He said the bullet trajectory was 'inconclusive' when it was damning. He did it because the cop’s father promised to fund a youth ballistics lab at Northwestern. Kurt saw it as a trade-off: one ambiguous footnote for a generation of trained forensic scientists." Diane’s face crumbled
"It feels like justice," she said. "Which is the only feeling that matters." The door closed
"No," Alicia said quietly. "For one dead boy whose name you haven’t even spoken. His name was DeAndre Washington. He was seventeen. He liked comic books and wanted to be a nurse. And Kurt’s 'footnote' made sure the man who shot him in the back is walking free right now."