The next thirty minutes became a frantic hunt. Daniels had rigged the building with motion sensors, old-school tripwires connected to flashbangs, and fake dummy officers to confuse them. He wasn't trying to kill them — not yet. He wanted them to sweat . To remember.
Miller looked at Chen. Chen looked at Vance. Rex growled at Harper. police station fivem free
The factory was pitch black. Graffiti on every wall. The air smelled of rust and sea salt. Dispatch pinged the phone again — still inside. They cleared the ground floor, then the offices. Nothing. The next thirty minutes became a frantic hunt
Through scattered evidence, Miller pieced it together: six months ago, Daniels discovered Harper was skimming evidence from drug busts — selling it back to gangs. Daniels threatened to go to IA. So Harper framed him for the very crimes he exposed, and Miller — loyal to Harper, scared for his pension — lied on the report. Daniels "died" in a shootout that never happened. He'd been hiding in Sandy Shores, waiting. He wanted them to sweat