Parminder had said she’d back me when I confronted my superiors at the Star, but instead she’d done a quick fade. I was left twisting in the wind with an angry precinct officer at my throat. What I was suggesting—that the very heart of the Lone Star corporations itself was corrupt—was as blasphemous as telling a Catholic that the pope was a troll. And so things got very, very uncomfortable for me in those final months. Eventually I quit. I didn’t want to work for an organization that only gave lip service to justice when its own members—or their nearest and dearest—were the perpetrators.