[s3e3] Look At What We Have Here • Extended

He slid the top photo out. It showed his own father, a man who had disappeared thirty years prior, standing in front of a storefront that shouldn't have existed. Beside him was the current mayor, decades younger, holding a briefcase with a very specific, jagged emblem on the side.

Sarah walked over, peering over his shoulder. "That’s the Sterling case file. Elias, that’s been cold for a generation. Why is this in the locker for last night’s bust?" [S3E3] Look at What We Have Here

Elias didn't answer immediately. He was staring at a weathered leather satchel, the kind that hadn't been in style since the fifties. He pulled on a fresh pair of latex gloves, the snap echoing in the cavernous room. With the practiced delicacy of a surgeon, he unbuckled the strap. He slid the top photo out

He turned the photo over. Scrawled in familiar, shaky handwriting was a single address and a warning: The lock is the easy part. It’s the door you have to worry about. Sarah walked over, peering over his shoulder