Nathan Cross had learned long ago that the loudest answers rarely solved a case.
It was the quiet ones.
The details everyone else overlooked.
The inconsistencies hidden inside ordinary paperwork.
Those solved cases.
The anonymous note rested beside the Halcyon flash drive on his desk.
He had read it so many times that he no longer saw the words.
He saw the challenge behind them.
You're asking the wrong questions. Look closely at the evidence I left you. I'll be in touch.
Cross leaned back in his chair.
"What didn't I see?"
He reached for the evidence boxes stacked neatly against the wall.
Every report.
Every photograph.
Every financial ledger.
Every search warrant.
Everything connected to Halcyon.
If the anonymous source believed the answer was already there...
Then he'd
