This one covered the station's staff corridor.
The recording showed Vance entering the corridor carrying the envelope.
He looked around.
Then he opened a service door.
The camera did not capture what happened inside.
But it recorded the time.
Approximately four minutes later, Vance returned.
The envelope was no longer visible.
Reeves stared at the screen.
"That's interesting."
Vance looked toward the officers.
"THAT DOESN'T PROVE ANYTHING."
Reynolds nodded.
"You're right. It doesn't establish what happened to the envelope. We'll need additional evidence."
He turned toward Reeves.
"Find out who had access to that service area and whether any additional recordings exist."
Reeves immediately began making calls.
Meanwhile, another officer returned with Harold Bennett.
He was a thin elderly man wearing a brown cardigan and carrying a small black shoulder bag.
His silver hair was neatly combed.
He walked slowly, using a wooden cane.
Reynolds approached him.
"Mr. Bennett?"
Harold nodded.
"Yes."
"My name is Captain Reynolds. Thank you for coming forward."
Harold looked toward the evidence area.
Then he noticed Vance.
His expression changed immediately.
"That's him."
Reynolds turned.
"You're certain?"
Harold nodded.
"I remember that face."
Vance looked away.
Harold stepped closer.
"Four months ago, he took my pension envelope."
Reynolds gestured toward a chair.
"Please sit down. We would like to hear your account."
Harold lowered himself carefully.
He placed his cane beside the chair.
Then he began explaining.
He had worked for the municipal water department for nearly thirty-five years.
He retired at sixty-eight.
His wife had died several years earlier.
His pension was his primary source of income.
Four months earlier, he had withdrawn a payment from the same financial distribution program used by Walter.
He had planned to pay his rent, purchase medication, and replace a broken refrigerator.
While walking through the station, Vance had approached him.
The officer asked about the envelope.
Harold explained that it contained his pension payment.
Vance demanded to inspect it.
When Harold asked why, the officer became aggressive.
Eventually, Vance took the envelope.
Harold had protested.
But the officer told him that the money needed to be checked.
He then instructed Harold to wait near the platform.
Harold waited for nearly twenty minutes.
When he finally approached the security office, the envelope was gone.
He filed a complaint.
But he did not have enough information to identify exactly what had happened afterward.
He remembered the officer's name.
He remembered the uniform.
And he remembered the way Vance had looked at him when he asked for his pension back.
Harold looked directly at the officer.
"You told me I was lucky you didn't arrest me."
Vance remained silent.
"You told me old people like me shouldn't carry so much cash."
Reynolds looked at Harold.
"Did the officer explain why he was taking the envelope?"
"No. He just said he needed to check it."
"Did you give him permission?"
Harold shook his head.
"No."
"Did he provide a receipt?"
"No."
"Did you ever receive the money back?"
Harold looked down.
"Never."
The room became quiet.
Harold continued.
"I spent weeks trying to get an answer. I went to the station. I called the department. I spoke to different people."
His voice trembled.
"Nobody could tell me where my pension went."
Reynolds leaned forward.
"Mr. Bennett, do you have any documentation from that complaint?"
Harold opened his shoulder bag.
He removed a small folder.
Inside were copies of his original withdrawal receipt, a complaint acknowledgment, and several letters.
He handed them to Reeves.
Reeves examined the documents.
Then he looked at the reference number.
It was another Row 94 distribution package.
The serial-number information matched the original pension payment.
Reeves looked toward Reynolds.
"Captain, we have a match."
Reynolds took the document.
He compared the reference number with the earlier record.
There was no mistake.
The pension payment had been issued to Harold Bennett.
The money had been reported missing.
And the original surveillance footage showed Vance taking the envelope.
Reynolds looked at the officer.
"Do you still believe you returned this money?"
Vance swallowed.
"I don't remember."
Harold looked at him.
"You told me I was confused."
Vance remained silent.
"You told me I probably dropped it somewhere."
The elderly man shook his head.
"I searched that station for two hours."
Vance looked down.
Harold continued.
"I went home without my pension. My daughter had to lend me money for rent."
His voice became stronger.
"I didn't tell her the whole story because I was ashamed."
Reynolds listened carefully.