James
“Hey James,” I heard Samson call out from his doorway. I looked up from my computer as I had been writing a report on a case. “Can you come in for a second?”
“Sure,” I said and quickly saved my work before heading over. “What’s up?”
“I got some files for you to bring over to Nova,” he said. “I think I found a box from the shelter that Jack grew up in.”
“Does it have his file in it?” I asked excitedly and looked over the two huge boxes full of folders with tabs.
“Not that I’m aware of,” he said. “But I think this set right here is from his facility. I recognized Baker’s name on a few of the files.”
He pointed out the biggest of the boxes and I sighed. It was going to take Nova and Jack forever to get through that. But we knew trying to find any useful information
