Chapter 6

"Five years ago, you checked that batch of so-called evidence copies, right?" I stared hard at Nathan, and my voice sounded hoarse from suppression.

Nathan did not keep me guessing, and he turned around to push a yellowed copy of a forensic record in front of me. His fingertip pressed on that clear timestamp.

"This is the generation record of that 'leaked document', and the timestamp shows it was eight o'clock on Friday night." He looked up at me, "But according to the media reports and live videos from that year, you were at the downtown charity banquet at that…