Rhodes slammed his fist on the table, yelling in frustration. "I'm getting nowhere! None of the research I've spent hours reading and studying on makes sense!" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. His roommate, Liam, who was only there at night, stared at him from the kitchen. "Uhm.. try looking at it from a different angle?" Rhodes accidentally shoved the files off the table, huffing in frustration. "Liam, believe me—" he went into the ground to pick it up. "—I've tri-" he immediately ate his words.

A paper, that he'd never seen before, peeked out from the back of the file. Seemingly out of a pocket that blended in. Why would they hide evidence like that? It was transcriptions of different phone calls. It read:

CALLER 1: Grace. I-I just.. I don't know-

CALLER 2: woah, *STATIC* calm down. What happened?

CALLER 1: I- *STATIC* I didnt- *Incoherent speech* in the ditch and I just.. *STATIC*

CALLER 2: Ok uhm.. drag him into the car and *INAUDIBLE* Come to my house. I'll help.

CALLER 1: Thank you so much Grace..

-END OF CALL-

Rhodes read it slowly. Something wasn't right. It didn't.. feel right. He took a deep breath. At least he got a name that his friend could look up in the system.

Liam was looking over Rhodes' shoulder, eating a danish. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "I know a Grace Hum." Rhodes looked up at him, "...and?" Liam shrugged. "She was arrested."