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Time passes by slowly as I get the rest of my information, printing off everything in case this thing with Collins doesn’t go as I hope it does.
Hadley comes up to my desk, hopping up on the top of it.
“Why are you running searches on this Olivia chick?” she asks curiously, holding up a page she brought with her.
“Because I needed some information.”
She grunts. “Obvi
ously. But why are you looking into a microbiologist who also happens to be one of the original killer’s victim’s sister?”
“Because she was getting payments from a dummy account I linked to Jake. All that money in that account transferred directly to Olivia’s account the same day as D-day.”
She hisses out a breath. “Why?”
“Because they knew who the original killer was. Now I do too. And I know why I couldn’t find any evidence of retaliation before now.”
“Why?” she asks quietly.
“Because they’re fucking brilliant.”
My eyes dart to the clock on my computer, and I stand, shuffling together the file I’ve compiled.
“I’ll talk to you about it later,” I tell her, smiling tightly. “I have a meeting right now.”
She nods, knowing what’s to come, both of us hoping we’re wrong. I’ve supported Collins for so long. He’s always been a man of integrity. I hope the position hasn’t already corrupted him.
Her phone dings, and she cocks her head before darting off to her cubicle. I watch for a moment as her fingers fly over the keys, but then remember I have my own mission right now.
I head up to the director’s office, clutching the file in my hand. Every detail is accurate. It’s from the original case that needs to be reopened and the true suspect arrested, so he can spend the rest of his days in misery.
Collins answers when I rap my knuckles against his door, and I walk in.
“I’ve prepared the file to reopen the original case,” I tell him.
Immediately, he tenses. “You just got back, Logan. You’re not even technically off desk duty yet.”
“Good thing I prepared this at the desk,” I quip, tossing the file to the top of his desk.
I can tell what he’s going to say before he even says it. He steeples his hands in front of his face before blowing out a long breath.
“I realize Robert Evans was the wrong man, but the killer is either dead or already behind bars.”
“Actually, he’s living not too far from here,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes.
He doesn’t even glance at the file. Instead, he keeps his eyes trained on me.
“You have no idea at the pressure that’s on me to clean this all up. And—”
“You mean to cover it all up,” I growl.
“Damn it, Logan. I’ve already explained this to you!” he snaps, slapping a hand on his desk. “If I reopen this investigation and concede that one of ours really did falsify DNA evidence, it’ll be the end of your unit, as well as possibly allow numerous other serial killers to reopen their own cases and even get out of prison if their lawyers shine enough light on this as reasonable doubt for their clients.”
“So politics,” I state flatly. “You’re no better than McEvoy.”
His lips thin, and his eyes narrow to slits. “I’m cleaning up his mess. But I can promise you no one else will ever go through what that family did as long as I’m in this office.”
“No, an innocent man’s name will just go on tarnished because you’re too scared to stand up for what’s right.”
