Damian was certain the media hype would become unstoppable since the case involved several local politicians, gambling, mob bosses; and when you added in a little murder, you had a powder keg ready to ignite. That was outside the unscrupulous types that manufactured not reported the news until there was so such a fall out it was nearly impossible to tell the truth from fiction.
Yep, it was going to snowball… not that he cared whether said dirty politicians mob bosses or murderers were skewered in the process, but there was the inevitable fall out – the innocent victims that would end up tarred and feathered along with the perps. He’d witnessed it more than once. Although he’d attempted to shield them from the inevitable onslaught, once the media frenzy got going, it took on a life of its own and when mud flew, it stuck, whether they were innocent or not. There was always someone ready willing and able to believe the worst.
Their investigation was ongoing, but word had leaked and as they hauled the leaders controlling the massive underground operation into headquarters (on a damn fine bust) the media had gathered like a locust. The department could be proud of the months of work involved in taking these creeps down, and it had been worth every second of their dedicated effort. They’d gathered enough certifiable intel and proof to put the miscreants away for a lifetime and that was fine in his book.
He stood and stared through his office window and couldn’t help the smile that flashed across his face. He was delighted at the prospect of putting every one of these animals behind bars where they belonged.