EVELYN CARTER: "Not entirely."
She opened the folder and removed another document.
It was a list of six cases.
Five had already been connected to unusual evidence transfers.
The sixth had remained unexplained.
Evelyn placed her finger on the final entry.
EVELYN CARTER: "There's one case we haven't discussed."
HARRIS: "Which one?"
EVELYN CARTER: "An arrest made nearly three years ago. The suspect was released after the prosecution withdrew its charges. The evidence was supposedly destroyed following the closure of the investigation."
HARRIS: "I remember that case."
EVELYN CARTER: "Good. Then you'll remember the name of the officer who submitted the original report."
Harris examined the page.
His eyes moved down the list.
Then he looked up at Evelyn.
HARRIS: "No."
EVELYN CARTER: "What's wrong?"
HARRIS: "That officer isn't working here anymore."
EVELYN CARTER: "I know."
HARRIS: "He died."
Evelyn nodded slowly.
EVELYN CARTER: "According to the official records, yes."
Harris stared at her.
HARRIS: "What are you suggesting?"
EVELYN CARTER: "I'm suggesting that the original witness statement in that case was never destroyed."
She turned the document around.
At the bottom was a handwritten note.
A note that had been discovered inside the personal files of the former detective who had disappeared.
It contained only a name and an address.
The name was the same as the officer who had supposedly died.
And the address belonged to a private storage facility outside the city.
EVELYN CARTER: "I believe he may have left something behind."
HARRIS: "What kind of something?"
Evelyn looked directly at him.
EVELYN CARTER: "Something that could explain why Marcus Bell was arrested, why the evidence disappeared, and why someone has spent nearly two years making sure nobody asks the right questions."
Harris looked toward the photograph.
Then he noticed something he had not seen before.
There was a second piece of writing beneath the original message.
It was faint, almost invisible, as though someone had tried to erase it.
He lifted the photograph toward the light.
The additional words gradually became readable.
DO NOT TRUST THE PERSON WHO BRINGS YOU THE TRUTH.
Harris slowly lowered the photograph.
HARRIS: "Agent Carter..."
EVELYN CARTER: "What is it?"
HARRIS: "I think there's something else you should know."
EVELYN CARTER: "Go ahead."
HARRIS: "The person who first gave me information about the missing evidence wasn't Mitchell."
Evelyn looked at him.
HARRIS: "It was someone from your own investigative team."
For the first time that afternoon, Evelyn did not immediately respond.
Her expression remained controlled, but her eyes changed.
She had trusted her team.
She had worked with them for years.
They had reviewed evidence together, shared information, and discussed every important development in the Bell investigation.
If Harris was telling the truth, then someone had been feeding information to the department while pretending to help her uncover the truth.
EVELYN CARTER: "Who?"
Harris looked at the office door.
Then he leaned forward and whispered a name.
A name Evelyn recognized immediately.
A name belonging to the person who had personally delivered the recording to her office three days earlier.
She slowly closed the folder.
Outside, the police station continued operating as though nothing had happened.
Phones rang.
Printers worked.
Officers moved between offices.
But Evelyn Carter now understood that the most dangerous person connected to the investigation might not be standing somewhere outside the building.
The danger might already be sitting beside her.
And before she could decide what to do next, her telephone vibrated.
A new message had arrived from an unknown number.
It contained a photograph.
The image showed Evelyn sitting in Lieutenant Harris's office, taken only minutes earlier.
Below it was a short sentence.
YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST ALONE.
Evelyn stared at the screen.
Then another message appeared.
THIS TIME, WE KNOW EXACTLY WHERE TO FIND YOU.
Evelyn stared at the message for several seconds.
The words were simple, but their meaning was unmistakable.
Someone knew exactly where she was, who she was speaking to, and what she had discovered.
She slowly placed her telephone on the desk.
Lieutenant Harris was watching her.
HARRIS: "What's happened?"
EVELYN CARTER: "Someone just sent me a photograph of this office."
HARRIS: "A photograph?"
EVELYN CARTER: "Taken only a few minutes ago."
Harris immediately stood up and approached the desk.
Evelyn showed him the image.
His face became serious.
HARRIS: "How did they get this?"
EVELYN CARTER: "That's what we're going to find out."
HARRIS: "You need protection."
EVELYN CARTER: "I have a security team."
HARRIS: "Then contact them. Now."
Evelyn picked up her telephone and called her office.
The call went directly to voicemail.
She tried again.
The same result.
Her expression remained calm, but she was beginning to recognize a disturbing pattern.
The person behind the threats was not simply watching the investigation.
They seemed to know what she was doing before she had an opportunity to report it.
EVELYN CARTER: "Lieutenant, I need you to answer something honestly."
HARRIS: "What?"
EVELYN CARTER: "Who knew I was coming here today?"
HARRIS: "You, your office, and whoever arranged the visit."
EVELYN CARTER: "I didn't arrange a formal visit."
Harris looked confused.
EVELYN CARTER: "I decided to come here less than two hours before arriving. I informed only one person about my destination."
HARRIS: "Who?"
Evelyn looked at him.
EVELYN CARTER: "Agent Thomas Blake."
Harris slowly sat down.
He recognized the name.