Briggs falling.
Everything was there.
Aaron looked uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Marcus shook his head.
“You didn’t do this.”
He leaned closer to the monitor.
“Go back thirty minutes.”
Aaron rewound the recording.
The entrance appeared almost empty.
Employees came and went.
A delivery courier crossed the steps.
At 8:07, an older woman entered the frame.
Marcus immediately recognized the green coat.
It was the woman from the bus shelter.
She approached Briggs carrying the same brown envelope.
There was no audio on this camera angle, but Marcus could see her speaking.
Briggs shook his head.
She offered the envelope.
He refused.
She tried again.
Then Briggs snatched it from her hands.
Marcus leaned forward.
“Pause.”
Aaron froze the image.
The woman looked frightened.
Briggs appeared furious.
“Do you recognize her?”
Marcus asked.
Aaron stared at the screen.
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“Yes, sir.”
“Who is she?”
“Mrs.
Iris Whitcomb.”
“An employee?”
“No.”
“Then why do you know her?”
Aaron shifted uncomfortably.
“Because she’s been coming here almost every morning.”
“For what?”
“She says she has evidence of false police reports.”
Marcus looked at the envelope.
“And?”
“Security was instructed not to let her inside.”
“Who gave that instruction?”
Aaron’s silence lasted too long.
Marcus already knew the answer.
“Deputy Chief Voss?” he asked.
Aaron nodded.
Marcus turned back toward the screen.
“Continue.”
Briggs pushed Iris away from the entrance.
She stumbled but remained standing.
Then, after she departed, he looked around before carrying the envelope toward the side passage.
The next camera showed him approaching a black government sedan.
Someone was waiting beside it.
Marcus recognized the expensive gray suit before the man’s face became visible.
Deputy Chief Graham Voss.