Nathaniel's POVSmoke filled the room, curling slowly toward the ceiling.A glass of wine was in my hand, and a cigarette burned between my fingers. My mind was clouded with the thoughts of who could be behind the stolen evidence.But one thing was sure, the person behind it was someone who knows me.My phone rang sharply, bringing me out of my thoughts.The number wasn't saved, but I know who it was.I almost ignored it, but I picked up after the second ring.“Speak,” I said coldly.“Evidence was brought to the station not quite long.”“What type?”“Voice recorder and videos of old cases we had buried.”The cigarette Ash dropped onto the floor.“And?”“The lab result we switched, they know it was tempered with.”My jaw tightened, but my voice didn't change.“Which detective is the evidence handed over to, and who are the people who delivered it?” I asked.“Harris is the one, and you know how tough he's, he doesn't take bribe.And the people, I'll send their pictures to you.”I walked
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