Mitchell pointed to the photo. “That’s where this was taken?”
“It looks like it.”
“Do you recognize the man on the right?”
Amelia studied the image. “That’s Deputy Warden Reed.”
“Yes.”
She looked up sharply. “As in your deputy warden?”
Mitchell nodded.
Amelia sat back slowly.
The waitress came by with coffee. Neither of them touched it.
Mitchell handed her the evidence log.
“Reed signed the original evidence transfer,” he said. “I don’t understand why. He wasn’t assigned to the police department. He wasn’t an evidence technician. He wasn’t part of the prosecution team.”
Amelia scanned the page.
Her eyes stopped on the signature.
“Who had access after this?” she asked.
“According to the chain, items went to the county evidence room, then to the lab.”
“According to the chain,” Amelia repeated.
Mitchell heard what she did not say.
According to paper.
The same paper that had nearly helped kill Gavin.
