They found her. "No." Daniel watched carefully. She let them find her. The room fell silent.
Analysts stopped typing. Every eye fixed on the live video. Daniel checked the encrypted metadata. The emergency upload triggered automatically, which means Nia believes she's about to lose physical control of the device. Vanessa reached for her headset.
Should we move now? Daniel didn't answer immediately. Instead, he watched Travis pointing toward the sedan. He had spent nearly 8 months building this case. One careless decision could allow dozens of corrupt officials to escape prosecution.
But waiting too long could leave one of his agents alone. Back in Red Creek, Travis folded his arms. You've got one last chance. Open the car. No.
Ryan stepped closer. You really don't know when to quit. Nia looked directly at him. I know exactly when not to surrender my rights. That answer irritated Travis even more.
He glanced toward Dylan. Find something. Dylan understood immediately. He walked casually around the car pretending to inspect the tires. Then, with his back turned toward the growing crowd, he quietly reached into his own patrol bag.
Nia noticed the movement. So did Kevin Ross. Kevin's eyes widened. No. Dylan slipped a small plastic packet into his palm.
White powder. He moved toward the rear passenger door. Kevin grabbed his wrist. What are you doing? Dylan jerked free.
Mind your business. I saw that. Saw what? You just Travis interrupted sharply. Kevin.
Every head turned. You've got something to say? Kevin looked at Dylan, then at the crowd, then back at Travis. For several painful seconds, no one spoke. Finally, Kevin lowered his head.
No, sergeant. Nia understood exactly what had happened. Someone had almost planted evidence. Almost. Travis gave Kevin a long, disappointed look.
You'll learn. Ryan suddenly slammed his flashlight against the driver's side window. The loud crack made several bystanders jump. The glass held. For an old car, Ryan muttered, it's tougher than it looks.
Marcus couldn't stay silent any longer. She didn't do anything. Eric immediately grabbed him by the jacket. You again? Marcus struggled to keep his balance.
Leave her alone. Ryan pointed at Marcus. Looks like we found ourselves another charge. Fear spread across the faces of the people watching. An elderly veteran quietly raised his phone to record.
Eric noticed. What are you doing? The man lowered it instantly. And, nothing. He walked away without another word.
One witness gone. Then another. Within a minute, nearly half the crowd had disappeared. Only Linda Foster remained inside her locked store, secretly recording everything through a narrow gap in the blinds. She whispered to herself, please, let someone stop this.
Inside FBI headquarters, another analyst suddenly spoke. Sid. Daniel looked over. We've identified every officer on scene. Good.