For a moment the thought of trying to make sense of all this seemed beyond daunting. But he owed it to Greg to at least try. And so he read. Made a couple of notes. And read. More notes. The room stayed silent, and in a moment when his mind strayed he had a vision of them all watching him, holding their breath. It made him want to hurry, but he forced himself to go at it methodically, as Greg always had. He’d been nothing if not thorough. Which told Adam the answer was here, somewhere, he just had to find it.

When he finished reading the last page he sat staring at it. In part trying to process everything, but also because he knew the moment he put down this last page they’d all be waiting for him to explain everything. And he could, some of it. What he couldn’t give them was the biggest, most important piece.

Finally, he gave in and set down the page. And although every part of him told him not to, the first person he looked at was Amanda. He wondered how she felt, having her name and that place laid out before them all, knowing that this above all was what her father had valued so much to make it the key to all of this.

She met his gaze, waiting silently. And in this moment, this precious moment, there was less of the anger there, even less hatred in her eyes. Because he might be able to give her something, some final piece of her father?

It was a moment before he could manage to speak.

“I...remember some of this. Four of these interviews I was there for. But the notes he made here don’t seem to have much to do with what we did those interviews for. Or with each other, for that matter. The other three I don’t know about. Judging by the times on them, they were done either after hours or when I was on another assignment, so I wouldn’t have been there.”

“Another assignment?” Quinn asked.

He was glad of the reason to look away from Amanda. “I was still pretty new, so they would stick me in other divisions for a week or so at a time so I’d know where they were coming from.”

Quinn nodded.

“And you remember when those times were?” It was Amanda, and it would be beyond rude not to look at her, even if he was wondering if there was an accusation in the question.

“I remember all of it,” he said flatly. “Every day.” And it haunts me every night.

“After hours?” Hayley asked then. “Did he do that often?”

“If he had his teeth into something,” Adam explained. “He was the most dedicated cop I ever saw.” He looked back at the pages stacked in front of him. “And he had his teeth into this.”