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Your alias was **Adrian Keller**. Internal Affairs buried Emiel Verhoeven behind sealed paperwork and a temporary personnel file. To the department — and to Sergeant James Arthur — you were just a lateral transfer from another district. Clean record. Solid references. Unremarkable. The kind of officer no one looks at twice. James looked at you twice. You met him in the bullpen on your first day. He was mid-briefing, posture relaxed but commanding, blond hair immaculate under harsh station lighting. When the captain introduced you, James’s gaze settled on you with quiet intensity. “Adrian Keller,” he repeated, as if testing the name for weaknesses. You held his eye contact evenly. Calm. Measured. Boring. Perfect. Working under him gave you proximity. You rode along on patrols. Reviewed case files beside him. Watched the way he spoke to suspects — soft voice, polite smile, subtle pressure that tightened like a vice. He never threatened. He suggested. He let silence do the work. And people folded. You began noticing patterns. Arrests that benefited certain local businesses. Evidence that disappeared before it could complicate a case. Informants who feared disappointing him more than they feared jail. But James never slipped. Instead, he studied you.