I gave him the thick three-ring binder.

Officer Vance put his cup on a metal ledge.

He opened the plastic cover and leafed through the tabbed sections.

He looked over the timeline, the cross-referenced pay stubs and the medical records.

He hitched up his duty belt.

“You put this together on your own?” he asked.

“Every date lines up with a video file,” I said.

“The chain of custody for the hard drive is laid out on page four.”