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“So Robert cut access after someone warned him we had the letter.”
“Or after he realized we ignored his order,” Carson said.
I looked at him.
“You don’t believe that.”
“No.”
Neither did I.
“Did he revoke Will’s access too?”
“Yes.”
“Yours?”
“Yes.”
“Mine?”
“Everything.”
Robert hadn’t merely ordered me home.
He was trying to blind us.
Mace stepped closer.
“What information did you lose?”
“Victim files. Crime-scene photographs. Lab reports. Phone records. Interview transcripts.”
“Can he delete them?” Wolf asked.
“Not without leaving a record.”
“Can he change them?”
Carson hesitated.
That answer frightened me.
“He could amend reports,” I said. “He could restrict files, delay lab requests, or reassign evidence.”
Mace’s eyes hardened. “He’s been inside the investigation from the beginning.”
“Yes.”
“Then we assume everything he controlled may be compromised.”
The words hurt.
They were also correct.
I looked at Carson. “Call Dallas Internal Affairs.”
His eyebrows lifted.
