Inside was a recent photograph.
Daniel Reeves was sitting inside a police interrogation room.
His hands were cuffed.
His face was bruised.
Elena grabbed the photograph.
"Where is he?"
Jonathan's expression became serious.
"That depends on you."
"What do you want?"
He placed a document on the table.
It was a confession.
A confession signed by Elena Cross.
It stated that she had murdered Thomas Whitmore, falsified evidence, and conspired with Daniel Reeves to destroy Black Lantern.
"Sign it," Jonathan said.
"And Daniel walks free."
Elena looked at him.
"And if I refuse?"
Jonathan closed the folder.
"Then Daniel will disappear just like his father."
Victoria stepped forward.
"Jonathan, stop this."
He ignored her.
Elena looked at the confession.
Then at the photograph of Daniel.
She slowly reached for the pen.
Jonathan smiled.
"Wise decision."
But Elena didn't sign.
Instead, she looked directly at the camera.
"Are you recording this?"
Jonathan frowned.
"What?"
She smiled.
"Because I think the whole department deserves to hear what you just admitted."
The director's smile disappeared.
Victoria suddenly pulled a small device from her coat.
A red light blinked.
Jonathan looked at it.
For the first time, he appeared genuinely afraid.
"Where did you get that?"
Victoria answered quietly.
"From the original Black Lantern archive."
A loud alarm sounded throughout the building.
Somewhere above them, doors began opening.
Then Elena's phone rang.
Daniel.
She answered immediately.
"Daniel?"
His voice was weak.
"Detective... listen carefully."
"Where are you?"
"Room 07."
Elena froze.
"You're not in the interrogation room?"
"No."
A pause.
Then Daniel whispered:
"I'm standing in front of another Room 07."
Elena looked toward Jonathan.
His expression had changed.
Daniel continued.
"And there's a woman here."
"Who?"
His answer was barely audible.
"Your mother."
The phone went dead.
Elena looked at Jonathan.
He smiled again.
"Now you understand, Detective."
He stepped toward the mirror.
"Room 07 was never just one room."
The lights went out.
And when they came back on, Victoria Shaw was gone.
The phone went silent.
Elena stared at the screen, desperately trying to call Daniel back. But the line was dead.
"Daniel! Answer me!"
Jonathan Bell stood on the other side of the room, watching her with an expression of amusement.
"You're wasting your time."
Elena raised her weapon.
"Where is he?"
Jonathan adjusted his jacket.
"Somewhere you cannot reach."
"Tell me where!"
He smiled.
"You still don't understand, do you? This entire investigation was designed to bring you here."
Elena frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your father, Daniel, Sarah, even Captain Hayes. Every person you have encountered has played a role in this."
"Why?"
"Because you were always the final piece."
Jonathan walked toward the mirror and touched its surface.
"Twenty years ago, we discovered something interesting. People don't need to be controlled through violence. They can be controlled through memories. Give someone a false childhood, remove the people they love, and eventually they will become whatever you want."
Elena's hands tightened around her weapon.
"You experimented on children."
"We protected them."
"You kidnapped them!"
"Words are very important, Detective. Especially when you want people to believe a story."
Suddenly, the room's emergency lights turned on.
A small screen appeared above the mirror.
It showed Daniel sitting in another interrogation room.
His hands were cuffed to the table.
A woman stood behind him.
She had silver hair and wore a pale blue coat.
Elena stopped breathing.
She recognized the face.
It was her mother.
Margaret Cross.
"Mom?"
The woman on the screen looked directly into the camera.
"Elena, listen to me. You must not trust Jonathan."
Jonathan laughed.
"How touching."
Elena moved toward the screen.
"Where are you?"
Margaret appeared to be crying.
"Your father tried to save you. Michael helped him. But they couldn't save both children."
Elena frowned.
"Which children?"
"Daniel and you."
The screen flickered.
Margaret continued.
"Daniel was born to Sarah Whitmore. You were born to me. When Black Lantern discovered what we were planning, they separated us."
Elena shook her head.
"Why did they change our identities?"
"Because Jonathan wanted to use us as leverage against our families."
Jonathan suddenly stepped forward and switched off the screen.
"Enough."
Elena turned toward him.
"What happened to my mother?"
"She's alive. For now."
"Let her go."
"Sign the confession."
Elena looked at the document on the table.
Then she noticed something beneath it.
A small transmitter.
Victoria's recording device.
It was still blinking.
Jonathan had not noticed it.
Elena slowly moved her hand toward the document.
"All right."
Jonathan smiled.
"Excellent."
She picked up the pen.
"But I want to hear my mother's voice first."
Jonathan hesitated.
Then he switched the screen back on.
Margaret appeared again.
"Elena?"
"I'm here, Mom."
"Don't sign anything."
Jonathan reached toward the control panel.
Elena immediately grabbed the transmitter and threw it against the glass.
The device shattered.
An alarm began screaming.
Jonathan pulled a gun from beneath his jacket.
"You're making a terrible mistake!"
Elena fired first.
The bullet struck his shoulder.
He staggered backward, dropping his weapon.
She rushed toward the door, but two armed guards entered the room.
Before they could raise their weapons, the lights went out.