Kavalik stepped toward him.
KAVALIK: "You are making accusations you cannot support."
OSEI: "I'm telling her what I've seen."
ELENA: "Then we need to preserve the records."
She turned toward Rebecca.
ELENA: "Do not delete or alter anything related to my motorcycle or any other property seizure."
Kavalik's expression became tense.
KAVALIK: "You don't run this station."
Elena stood upright.
ELENA: "No. But I know the importance of preserving evidence."
She looked at the booking clerk.
ELENA: "I want every relevant seizure record preserved. The original reports, transfer authorizations, storage receipts, and all associated system activity."
Rebecca nodded slowly.
Kavalik stared at her.
The room became quiet.
For several seconds, the only sound came from the computer fans and the distant movement of officers in the hallway.
Then something unexpected happened.
Behind the booking counter, the printer suddenly started running.
One page slid into the tray.
Then another.
Rebecca turned around.
She had not sent anything to print.
She looked at the computer.
No print command was visible.
The machine continued producing documents.
Rebecca stood up.
REBECCA: "I didn't print these."
Elena looked toward the printer.
Osei moved closer.
Kavalik's expression changed again.
The sheriff stared at the growing stack of paper.
He seemed to recognize the documents before anyone had even picked them up.
Rebecca reached for the first page.
At the top was an internal department heading.
Below it were several columns.
Property identification numbers.
Seizure dates.
Transfer locations.
Estimated values.
And a company name that Elena had already seen on the side of the recovery truck.
KINGSLAND RECOVERY & STORAGE.
She looked toward the sheriff.
He was no longer smiling.
Osei's voice was barely audible.
OSEI: "It goes back years."
Elena stared at the documents.
The motorcycle had brought her into the station.
But whatever those pages contained, it was clear that her motorcycle was only the beginning.
And someone inside the department had just allowed a secret to become visible.
Rebecca stared at the printer.
One sheet slid into the tray.
Then another.
Then a third.
The machine continued working even though nobody in the booking area had sent a print command.
The pages carried the sheriff's department logo, internal reference numbers, and several columns of information.
Rebecca moved closer.
Kavalik noticed her expression.
SHERIFF KAVALIK: "What is that?"
REBECCA: "I don't know. I didn't send anything to print."
KAVALIK: "Then stop it."
Rebecca reached toward the printer, but Elena stepped closer to the counter.
She did not touch the documents.
She simply watched them emerge.
ELENA: "Let them finish."
Kavalik turned sharply.
KAVALIK: "This is department property. You don't give orders here."
ELENA: "I'm not giving you an order. I'm asking you not to destroy information before anyone understands what it contains."
The sheriff stared at her.
For a moment, he seemed ready to argue.
Then another page emerged.
Rebecca picked up the first sheet.
Her eyes moved across the columns.
The document contained vehicle identification numbers, seizure dates, storage locations, estimated values, and transfer references.
Some entries described luxury cars.
Others listed motorcycles and commercial vehicles.
A BMW M4.
A Porsche Cayenne.
A Mercedes AMG.
A high-end pickup truck.
The amounts were substantial.
Rebecca turned to the second page.
REBECCA: "These are property seizure records."
Elena looked at her.
ELENA: "From this department?"
REBECCA: "Yes. At least, they appear to be."
Kavalik walked toward the counter.
SHERIFF KAVALIK: "Give me those pages."
Rebecca held them closer to herself.
REBECCA: "Sheriff, I need to understand why they printed."
KAVALIK: "I said give them to me."
Elena moved between them.
ELENA: "Don't."
Kavalik stopped.
His eyes narrowed.
SHERIFF KAVALIK: "You are not in a courtroom, Ms. Vanderbilt."
ELENA: "I know exactly where I am."
She glanced at the pages.
ELENA: "And I know that these records may be relevant to an investigation. Nobody should be removing or destroying them."
Kavalik's expression hardened.
SHERIFF KAVALIK: "You have no authority over my department."
ELENA: "Then you should have no reason to fear an independent review of its records."
The sheriff looked toward Rebecca.
She was still holding the papers.
The clerk had worked at the station long enough to understand that an ordinary system report did not simply appear without an identifiable reason.
She turned back to her computer.
REBECCA: "There's something else."
Elena looked toward the monitor.
ELENA: "What did you find?"
Rebecca opened the system activity window.
A list of recent events appeared.
She scrolled through the entries.
Then she stopped.
REBECCA: "The printer started because someone requested an export of the seizure records."
Kavalik immediately looked toward her.
SHERIFF KAVALIK: "An export?"
REBECCA: "Yes. The system logged it."
ELENA: "From which account?"