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Rafe reached out to grab officer Martinez’s shoulder. The moment his hand made contact, everything happened at once. Go, go, go. State police officers emerged from concealment points around the school zone like sharks rising from deep water. Martinez spun around, shedding her child disguise to reveal tactical gear and a service weapon.
Trent gunned his truck’s engine, trying to flee, but found his escape route blocked by two unmarked police vehicles. Within 30 seconds, both Trent and Rafe were on the ground in handcuffs, surrounded by enough firepower to stop a small army. The arrest made headlines across Montana. By evening, news crews from three major networks were parked outside the Boseman courthouse, and reporters were digging into every aspect of Trent Huxley’s criminal enterprise.
Sheriff Lasal held a press conference that laid out the full scope of the corruption investigation. Deputy Timonss was suspended pending a federal audit. City Councilman Garrett was under investigation for taking bribes. Judge Moss had mysteriously decided to take early retirement. But for Harry, the real satisfaction came 3 days later when he stood in the parking lot of the county courthouse and watched Trent being transferred to federal custody.
Trent looked like a broken man. His expensive clothes had been replaced by an orange jumpsuit. His confident swagger was gone, and his eyes held the hollow look of someone who’d realized too late that actions had consequences. “Kain,” Trent called out as he was loaded into the transport van. “This isn’t over.
I’ve got lawyers, connections. I’ll be out in 6 months, and when I am.” “No,” Harry said quietly, his voice carrying across the parking lot with absolute certainty. You won’t. Trent’s face twisted with rage and desperation. You think you’ve won? You destroyed my life, but I’ll find a way to destroy yours. Your daughter, your granddaughter.
Harry stepped closer to the van. And his expression made the federal marshals tense up. You just threatened my family in front of eight law enforcement officers and three news cameras. That’s going to look real good to the federal prosecutor. I was just You were just making threats against federal witnesses in a kidnapping case.
That’s another 5 years minimum. Harry’s smile was razor thin. Keep talking, Trent. Every word you say digs that hole a little deeper. Trent seemed to realize he’d made another mistake. His mouth snapped shut and he slumped back in his seat as the van doors closed. Attempted kidnapping of a minor, conspiracy to commit extortion, illegal gambling operation, money laundering, assault with intent to cause grievous bodily harm to a pregnant woman.
Lasowl read from a federal indictment that was three pages long. Conservative estimate is 25 to 30 years, assuming he pleads guilty and cooperates fully. He won’t cooperate, Harry said. Too arrogant, too convinced he can beat the system. Then he’s looking at life without parole. Harry nodded. Justice would be served, but there was still one more piece of business to handle.
The county asset forfeite auction was held on a Saturday morning in the courthouse square. Trent Lake cabin, his vehicles, his boats, and all of his seized gambling equipment were being sold to pay restitution to his victims and cover the cost of the federal investigation. Harry arrived early and positioned himself near the auctioneers podium.
He wasn’t the only interested party representatives from three different law enforcement agencies were present along with reporters, curiosity seekers, and a few of Transformer victims who wanted to watch his empire get dismantled piece by piece. First item up for bid is the lake cabin and surrounding 20 acres. The auctioneer announced property includes main house, guest cottage, and three outuildings.
Appraised value is $250,000. Bidding starts at 50,000. Several hands went up. Harry waited patiently as the price climbed to 80,000, 90,000, 110,000. When the bidding slowed down, he raised his hand. 150,000. The other bidders looked around in surprise. That was more than the property was worth, especially given its reputation as the headquarters of a criminal enterprise.
Going once, going twice, sold to bidder number 47. Harry walked up to complete the paperwork, ignoring the curious stairs and whispered conversations around him. Cassidy appeared at his elbow, moving slowly but steadily. The doctors had released her from the hospital 2 days earlier, and she was staying at Harry’s house while she recovered.
“Dad, what are you doing? That place is worth maybe a h 100,000 on a good day. It’s not about the money, Harry said, signing the deed transfer papers. It’s about what comes next. Two hours later, Harry and Cassidy stood on the deck of what had once been Translate Cabin. Harry had brought a sledgehammer, a crowbar, and a can of gasoline.
Cassidy had insisted on coming along despite her injuries. “Are you sure about this?” she asked. “Positive.” Harry swung the sledgehammer into the living room wall where Trent had conducted his illegal business. Drywall exploded in a cloud of white dust. This place represents everything your husband used to hurt people.
Better to tear it down and start fresh. They worked through the afternoon methodically destroying the interior of the cabin. Harry ripped out the floorboards in the kitchen where Cassid’s blood had been spilled. Cassidy took particular satisfaction in destroying the back room where lone shark meetings have been held and threats have been made as the sun set over the lake.
They piled the broken wood and debris into a bonfire that could be seen for miles. Harry poured gasoline over the pile and handed Cassidy a book of matches. Want to do the honors? Cassidy struck a match and dropped it into the gasoline. The flames leaped 20 ft into the air, consuming years of corruption and violence in a cleansing inferno.
“You ever think about forgiving him?” Cassidy asked as they watched the fire burnt. The Harry’s answer came without hesitation. “Forgiveness is for men who plan to see someone again. I’m done seeing him.” They stood in comfortable silence, watching the flames dance against the darkening sky. In the distance, Harry could see lights from other cabins around the lake families enjoying evening barbecues.
Children playing on docks. People living normal lives without fear of violence or extortion. What happens now? Cassidy asked. Now we build something better. Harry put his arm around his daughter’s shoulders. The land’s still good, even if the house was rotten. Maybe we’ll put up a place where Lydia and her little brother can come for summer vacations.
somewhere with good memories instead of bad ones. And Trent, Trent gets to spend the rest of his life in a federal prison, thinking about what happens when you cross a cane. Harry’s voice was calm. Matter of fact, he wanted to play with fire. Now he gets to live with the burns. The fire burned through the night, reducing Trent Huxley’s criminal empire to ash and memory.
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