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Bear Out
"What are you looking at?"
Anderson watched as Sally jumped slightly. He wasn't surprised that she hadn't heard him coming; she seemed fully absorbed in the files spread before her. Still, she recovered quickly and handed a stack of papers to him.
"Have a look," she said.
At first, Anderson didn't know what he was looking at, but as he read, realization dawned.
"Are these—"
"Highly detailed recovers of the freak's movements for the past five years? Seems so."
"Where did they come from?"
"No clue. All I know is that someone sent them to the boss."
"So the kidnapping. Did he…?"
Sally shook her head.
"No. He was who he said he was. Solved all of the cases legitimately."
"We were wrong then."
There was silence between them for a moment before Anderson spoke again.
"So… Richard Brook or James Moriarty or whoever he is—"
"Yeah, there's a lot about him in here too," Donovan said, pulling forward one of the files.
"He shot himself when—"
"Yes," Sally cut in firmly, "Honestly, I don't know what to make of any of this, or what we're supposed to do about it now."
Anderson looked around at the mess of evidence before him for a long moment. Then, he sat and began to read.
"Simple. We find the truth."