Peter walked down the stairwell in June's house. His phone beeped, and he realized he had a text message from Jones. "You might want to come into the office. Got some evidence you should see."
Peter sighed, texted Jones that he was on his way, and then called his wife.
"Hon, I'm gonna be another hour or two. I need to go back to the office." He could practically hear the irritation in El's voice, even though he doubted anyone else would be able to pick out her frustration with his late hours.
"All right. I'll be here, hon." El sighed and got up to dump Peter's food into Satchmo's bowl. Peter told his wife goodbye, and vowed to bring her flowers, or something, tomorrow at lunch.
It was a quick drive to work. Peter walked into the almost-empty bullpen. Despite the text-summons into work, he was surprised to see the lights were on and that Jones still working. At this hour, especially after such a high-profile case, he expected the office to be entirely empty. "What are you working on, Jones?"
"Ah, nothing much, boss. Something just doesn't seem right about this whole thing. I'll show you." Jones shrugged and tossed a stack of eyewitness testimonies onto the table. "Have you reviewed the footage from the take-down?" Peter shook his head no, and sat down at the large conference room desk.
Jones thumbed through an index and then consulted the pile of boxes. He found the corresponding box and retrieved two DVDs. "Here." He slid them down the table to his boss.
"Thanks." Peter popped one into the computer and fiddled with the projector. After a few seconds he saw Neal standing at the subway with his phone pressed to his ear. He pressed fast-forward and amidst all the high-speed traffic he saw Ammon's taxi arrive. He hit play and watched as he and Neal exchanged words, and then the FBI agent arrest Ammon. Jones grabbed the remote and rewound the segment and played it back, this time in slow-speed. He watched as Ammon slipped something into Neal's pocket.
"Boss. You see that?" Jones hit pause.
"Yeah. What was it? Rewind the clip again." Jones obliged Peter. They both watched Ammon and Neal move in slow-motion.
"I don't know. Could be a key, or thumb drive, or a folded piece of paper." Jones shrugged.
"God dammit." Peter heaved a sigh of frustration and popped the disc out. "I'm gonna load this onto my computer so I can refile the disc, and then I'm done for the night."
Jones nodded and returned to the evidence spread out on the table.