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„There are already search warrants for the suspects' apartments." With these words, Kate was greeted by Ryan.

He didn't even look at her. He pretended to write something. Beckett looked at three sheets of paper lying on her desk that allowed them to look into the private lives of friends.

"First I would like to look into the archive to find out how the weapon got out of it."

"And during this time someone will get rid of compromising evidence." Kevin said it kind of to himself, but so loud that the policewoman could easily hear it.

"Do you have something to tell me?" She looked at him hoping that she could look into his eyes. Unfortunately, he was still tilted over his desk.

"I just purring …"

"If you don't like something, tell me it in my face." She stood over him.

"Do I not like something?" He got up from his chair and now they could look into each other's eyes. "I don't like the fact that you had all night to search the apartment without needing a warrant. Where is this gun now? In the trash or at the bottom of the river? Or are you waiting for them to take out the garbage? Why do you want to go to the archive? To have time?"

"As you wish you can even now go search our apartment. We have nothing to hide. I can even give you the keys so that you don't have to bother the owner." She took a wrench out of her pocket and waved him in front of his nose. "I want to go to the archives because I think it can lead us to something. Unlike searches, because I believe that our friends have been framed. And so we will not find anything in any of the apartments. But be my guest…"

"I prefer to check it anyway" he took the keys from her and left.

"Just don't mess too much!" She exclaimed after him.

She went to the archive, which was housed in the basement of the building. The room was poorly lit and there was a feeling of penetrating coolness. At the entrance, a police officer sat and made sure that no one unwantedly went inside and did not provide key evidence in the cases that have not yet been closed. She used to come here very often investigating her mother's death. Now only sometimes when they had no new case.

"How can I help you, detective?" A man sitting at the door asked. "Provide any files or do you want to know the evidence in kind?"

"Actually, I came to talk to you," she said.

"That something new…"

"You know, Mr. …" she looked at him asking.

"Grant. Martin Grant but please call me Martin."

"So Martin you know that four days ago someone took a gun from here and later used it to murder another person."

"Something I heard …"

"Could you tell me who took this gun?"

The man started tapping the keyboard.

"From what I see here" he said, without cutting his eyes off the screen "it was someone in your team who asked by phone to get it upstairs. Nothing else is here."

"And it is known at least who called?"

"Detective, we receives dozens of calls a day asking to find some files or evidence. . In addition, there are police officers who came to us by person. I can't tell you who specifically called. I just write what and where to get carried away. "

"Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome."

Kate left the archive. She didn't like what she heard. She hoped that person responsible for taking a gun came personally. When she returned Kevin wasn't there. There was only one warrant on her desk. She had to check apartment which belong to Captain Gates. She took with her two cops and drove to the address recorded on the warrant. It turned out that her boss lived in one of the oldest tenement houses. The door was opened by dark-skinned, medium-sized man, who introduced himself as Victoria's husband. He lifted his glasses to his forehead as he read a warrant that the cops showed him. Without a word, he made room for them in the door.

The apartment was not large. From a small hallway, you immediately entered the living room. From there, the door led to the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and study. Compared to the apartment in which she lived, this apartment seemed very small. Kate gestured to the cops to take care of the kitchen, bathroom and study. Her remained a living room and a small bedroom. With little hope that she find something she searched every draws. As she expected, she found nothing. The same was true of the uniformed. . Apologizing that they disturbed Mr. Gates' peace, they returned to the police station.

Kevin was sitting next to his desk. His face showed that he didn't find anything either. At least in Rick's apartment.

"So what?" Kate asked while sitting at her desk. "Didn't you make too much of a mess? Because I don't want to go home and clean up half a night."

He didn't answer anything. He measured her only with his eyes and returned to write the report.

"If you want to be so moody, so be" Kate began to write her own report of the search of the boss.

"OK… Let's assume for a while that Castle is innocent." Ryan broke his silence after a while.

"So you speak to me?"

"Just talk about the case… If we bet that everyone we have in custody is innocent… Because I didn't find anything in the apartments That I searched. Unless you?"

Kate denied moving her head.

"So who's left?" He continued his statement. "Again, we stay with nothing."

"I thing I have another suspect…"

Kate summarized her morning conversation with an archive worker. For a moment, she felt like they were in the past, and together they figured out who might have had a motive. As if there were not so many accusatory words between them.

"So you think who did it?"

"The excuse that he did not know who was calling and in general that it was a phone call is a bad excuse. In my opinion, an archive worker can be behind everything. Martin Grant" his name was read from a notebook..

"Basically he could enter the code of any group in the police station …"

"And ours is the simplest…"

"I think that we have to look at him." Kevin smiled for the first time since arrests.