At Dad's Funeral, Little Kid Says, "Daddy Is Still Alive” — Then The Police Discover Something

His next stop was clear. The precinct evidence locker was quiet during the shift change. Marcus leaned against the counter, flashing a tired smile at the lead clerk. "Hey, Tommy," Marcus said quietly. "I'm double-checking the logging sheets from the warehouse fire. Just making sure no paperwork got mislaid in the initial chaos."

"Everything’s logged by the book, Marcus," Tommy replied, retrieving a heavy binder from the shelf. "Although... a few tagged items were checked out before the formal audit." Marcus nodded with grave concern. "That’s what I was afraid of. Listen, keep this between us. Someone higher up might be trying to cover their tracks."

While Tommy turned to file the binder, Marcus slid a document into Tommy's open locker. "Thanks for your help, Tommy," Marcus said smoothly, heading for the exit. "I'm going to make sure nobody pins this mess on you." But, hours later, an anonymous tip came in about Tommy.