Thorne buried his face in his hands, sobbing loudly.
“I’m sorry,” he blubbered.
“I want to make a deal! I’ll tell you everything about Vance, about Captain Davis… I’ll cooperate!”
Vance, struggling against the Marshals on the floor, spat venom.
“You’re a fraud! You set us up!”
“No, Mr. Vance,” I replied calmly.
“You set yourselves up.”
“You allowed your hatred to blind you to reality.”
“I am revoking your bail immediately. You will be remanded to federal custody pending trial.”
“And rest assured, I will be recusing myself from presiding over your criminal trial, as I am now the primary witness for your newest federal charges.”
The Marshals dragged Vance and Thorne out of the courtroom.
The same men who had marched me into a dark basement an hour ago were now being hauled off in chains, stripped of their badges, their weapons, and their false sense of supremacy.
