“We have Reed,” she said.
Mitchell turned.
Amelia told him about Karen Vale. The false alibi. The anonymous call. The voice she identified as Reed’s.
Mitchell listened without interruption.
When she finished, he looked older than he had the day before.
“That’s witness intimidation,” he said quietly.
“At minimum.”
“And if he helped transfer evidence…”
“Then he may have been part of the frame.”
Mitchell picked up the photograph from his desk. “I suspended his access credentials an hour ago.”
Amelia’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“He didn’t report for afternoon rounds. His office is cleared out.”
A chill moved through her.
“What do you mean cleared out?”
“Personal items gone. Desk files removed. Computer wiped badly, not professionally. Like someone in a hurry.”
“Where is he?”
“We don’t know.”
Amelia stepped closer to the desk. “Did he run?”
Mitchell handed her a sheet of paper.
It was a copy of a gate log.
