"No, we're not."

David turned.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. This investigation is over."

David looked at the lieutenant for several seconds.

Then he gave a quiet, humorless laugh.

"That's what you said eleven years ago."

Harris's jaw tightened.

"David, you have no idea what you're walking into."

"I know exactly what I'm walking into."

"No, you don't."

Harris pointed toward the metal case.

"That evidence is connected to people with power far beyond this department."

David nodded.

"Then it's a good thing I don't work for the department anymore."

He picked up the case.

Jessica looked at him.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere safe."

"Can I come?"

David studied her.

For the first time, he seemed uncertain.

"Why?"

"Because if my father is alive, I want to find him."

David's expression softened slightly.

"Jessica, this isn't a routine investigation."

"I know."

"People have disappeared."

"I know."

"Somebody tried to destroy this evidence."

"I know."

"And if the person in that SUV was who I think he was, they already know we're here."

Jessica looked toward the exit.

"Then we shouldn't waste time."

David considered her for a moment.

Finally, he nodded.

"All right."

Harris immediately stepped between them.

"Neither of you is going anywhere."

David looked at him.

"Move."

Harris didn't.

Then a second voice came from behind them.

"Lieutenant, I think you should move."

All three turned.

A woman was standing near the entrance.

She wore a dark coat and held a small leather folder.

Jessica recognized her immediately.

It was Captain Rebecca Shaw.

The woman responsible for supervising the department's internal investigations.

Harris's expression changed.

"Captain."

Shaw ignored him.

Her eyes went directly to the metal case.

"Mr. Morgan."

David nodded.

"Captain."

She looked at Jessica.

"Officer Miller, step away from Lieutenant Harris."

Jessica hesitated.

"Why?"

Shaw opened the folder.

Inside was a photograph.

It showed Lieutenant Harris standing beside a black SUV.

The same vehicle that had just left the parking lot.

But the photograph was older.

Much older.

And standing beside him was a man Jessica had never expected to see.

Her father.

Michael Miller.

Shaw spoke quietly.

"Because your lieutenant has been lying to you."

PART 3 — THE PHOTOGRAPH THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

Nobody spoke.

Jessica stared at the photograph.

Her father stood in the center.

He looked younger than she remembered, perhaps thirty-eight or thirty-nine. His uniform was slightly wrinkled, and his expression was serious.

Lieutenant Harris stood beside him.

But there was a third person.

A man wearing a dark civilian suit.

His face had been partially obscured by a shadow.

Jessica pointed toward the photograph.

"Who is that?"

Captain Shaw looked at David.

David's expression tightened.

"Where did you get this?"

"From a sealed archive."