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But then again, I just spent even more time staring at it.

Maybe I shouldn’t have asked Sherri to work at the firm, especially because of his case. It’s just making everything worse. It’s just making me miss everything I thought we had.

Shaking the thoughts of us together, I force down all emotions as I go through the timeline again.

5:15 PM - shift meeting happens. For some reason, the evidence room is vacant.

5:20 PM - Eli swipes his badge, and there’s video of him going in. He doesn’t even try to hide that he went into the room. But he doesn’t log his entrance.

6 other people go in between 5:20 and midnight, none of them logging their entrances either.

12 AM - the system goes down for maintenance.

“That’s it!”I gasp. Jumping out of the shower, I grab my towel, wrapping it around my body and swinging open the door. Low looks into the hallway as I run down it and to the files.

“The fuck are you doing?” she asks.

“Where is it?”

“What?”

“Why would he not try to hide the fact that he was going into the room if he was destroying evidence?”

“Because he didn’t care.”

“The cameras were rebooting at midnight; there’s a 5-minute window he could have slipped in and done it then.” I continue to ignore her. “Everyone knew it was happening; there were memos sent constantly about it.”

“He wanted to get caught.” She repeats herself.

Waving her off again. “They didn’t figure out that someone tampered with the evidence until 2am. Well, after the system went offline. There were 150 people with access to the evidence room in that time, but Eli’s at home and accounted for.”

“Drew!”

Cutting my eyes at her, I continue talking to myself.

“Oh…” she trails off, finally understanding what I’m doing. We both know he did it, but what we need is to create enough doubt that they don’t even try him. “But there was someone working it.”

“Yeah, but how can we be sure he was there?”

“Where else would he be?”

“That’s the question.” I pause as I look back at her, plucking my phone out from underneath the papers. I call Sherri.

“Got something?”

“Maybe.”

“What is it?”

“Are we sure that officer who was overseeing it was there?”

“I mean. There’s no camera footage when they came back online of him being anywhere else.”

“You could move through the entire building in that amount of time.”

“Okay…”

“Can we check his cell records?”