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A faint sense of disappointment settled over him—until something in the corner of the room caught his eye. There, covered in a thick layer of dust, sat a long-forgotten box of records. It looked as though no one had touched it in years. He crouched down, carefully prying open the box, hoping to find some trace of his sister. But instead, his hands froze on a document that stood out from the rest. The words on the file sent a jolt through his entire being— “Dean Harrison’s Parents’ Murder Case – Private Investigation by Shawn” "Private investigation?"

Before him, the cold light of a computer screen flickered, while old papers lay scattered on the wooden desk beside him. He rose slowly, reached for the light switch, and with a gentle tap, the room was filled with a soft light, revealing a thin layer of dust clinging to the furniture. He took out three files, carried them to his desk, and carefully placed them before him. File One: Sealed in bold, "Nasser's Case." File Two: "Nabil's Case."

I greeted him back plainly as we shook hands. “Are our offices in order now?” Elliot asked without a smile, gesturing to me as well. "Yes, sir, both are ready,” Burrows affirmed, nodding vigorously, then quickly added: “Sir, Michael Fredmore’s case file, containing all I have gathered on him since the inception of my research, is also sitting pretty on your desk, sir. We will be waiting for your judgment on the issue as soon as possible.” Elliot turned to look at me, then again at Burrows, before he waved dismissively.

Benjamin asked calmly, though I noticed his jaw tighten. The taller officer shook his head. “No problem. We are here regarding Lucy Blackwood’s case.” The sound of her name almost made me choke. My chest burned, and I had to lower my gaze so they wouldn’t see the flicker of panic in my eyes. Benjamin gave a small nod. “Go on.” The shorter officer stepped forward, a folder tucked under his arm. His voice carried a practiced weight, steady and rehearsed. “After five years of active investigation, with no solid leads and no progress, the Commissioner has decided to close the case. We are officially marking it unresolved.”

he reassured me, and placing a light kiss on my forehead they left. Lying in my bed, I pressured my mind into deep contemplation regarding the case. What piece of the puzzle was I missing? I thought, closing my eyes and replaying the memory of that incident with Emily multiple times. But my efforts were futile, nothing seemed to fit together. I banged my fist against the drawer beside my table, and it slid open, revealing one of my school files…And that's when it hit me. The file I had snatched from that lady officer along with her uniform in the headquarters, read ‘Brent High murder case'. Moreover, when it fell during my confrontation with Jason Fox near his cabin, I had seen the forensic

He had given me a duplicate key, so I let myself in and went straight inside to wait for him. While waiting, I began to walk around the shelves and check some files to kill time. There were so many unsolved cases on open shelves. But there was this small closet that required a key. Luckily, I had the key among the keys he had copied for me. I unlocked the closet out of curiosity and was stunned to see file after file on the dark wood murder case. But that wasn’t why I was so shocked. They had a suspect in mind, it seemed. All those files had one name only—

The glow of the laptop screen lit up the small, windowless room in Mr. Park’s office, casting long, shadows against the walls. For weeks, they’d been trying to crack the encryption on the “Project Reeds” file— the most sensitive document Kayla had found in her father’s hidden records, the one that was supposed to hold the truth about everything Kang Jin had done. But no matter what they tried, no matter what codes or combinations they entered, the file remained locked, a stubborn barrier between them and the justice they’d been fighting for.

she said and walked away with a smile. Those who watched us would assume she was happy for me while she was just being a beast instead. I walked towards the front desk, and Daniel walked out of one office with a serious look on. We made our way outside, and he explained that the files Ariella had given him were criminal cases the FBI had been trying to fix for years, but hadn't gotten to look at. Inside them was a lot of information they needed to go after men like Neil and Enrico. I just acted like I didn't care at that moment. Maybe she was sent. David finally arrived but it was a little late.

Remembering what it felt like to use my brain for something other than managing Alfred’s image or answering questions about what I wore to a fundraiser. That’s when I saw it. Bottom shelf. Pushed all the way to the back behind a row of leather-bound garbage Alfred had bought at an estate sale. A box in plain. Unremarkable. I hadn’t thought about it in years. I crouched down and pulled it out. Inside were files. Old ones. Yellowed tabs, frayed edges, my handwriting on the labels in thick black marker. Case names I hadn’t spoken out loud in over a decade. Patterson v. Whitmore Industries.

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