"Found the shooter yet?"
"No."
It was just like old times. Genevieve and Alec were currently in the records room of Precinct 20. As Alec had promised in the church yesterday, two floor lamps sat on the corners of the room and lightened up the otherwise dark space. However, it was still dusty and unclean. The two officers didn't really care to get it cleaned, since they had more important things to do.
Alec leaned forward in his seat before the table, and a finger or two grazed the mousepad of the laptop. He had been watching footages that were recorded by cameras. The ones that were fixed on the traffic lights of a certain intersection, where Samuel had been killed. His eyes followed the movement of every single vehicle and it's driver, both before and after the incident took place. But he found nothing. It was as if an entity shot Samuel and disappeared into thin air.