I'm in my apartment mulling things over. I have the tape from the security guard and I'm antsy to see what it reveals. The entire fate of what happened to Emma could be on this thing and I'm just preparing myself for what I'm about to learn. One girl, robbed of her life . . . by who we don't know. I was so sure it was Damian Cain but now I'm not convinced. How can I be sure it was him? After all this time and the way this case went, I am just not sure that I know anything anymore. My entire theory is being flipped upside down and I can only speculate as to what will happen next. I want to know the truth, but a part of me is afraid that the truth will dismantle everything I have thought about the world so far. If there is evidence on the tape that recuses Cain, what am I supposed to think? I will have had it all wrong up to this point. There's only so much bad news one man can handle, and while finding Emma's true murderer would not be bad news, it would be for me because it would mean I've had so many things wrong for so much time. I wish I could just maintain my idealist attitude, that everything works out in the end, and that at least I'm working as a public servant, at the DA’s office. But lately, I'm beginning to question that. I'm wondering if my faculties wouldn't be of better use somewhere else?

Oh well, it's time to set the thing in motion. I'm ready to find out the truth. No. I'm not ready. I grab a shot glass and pour myself some Jack Daniels. I have a feeling I'm gonna need this. The shot goes down smooth and warm and it calms my nerves enough to know that whatever this security footage reveals, I can handle it. I'm above all a servant of the truth and that is what I'm about to see. So, I man up and put the footage into my computer. It's all gonna be okay.

The camera starts rolling and for a long time, there's nothing. I see a few people go in and out of the building, which is normal, considering it's late. But then, I see Damian Cain go in. He's there for a while and I fast forward the tape to the time of his departure. I see him leave. Hmmm, wonder what time that was? I'll have to check that against the time that they predict the murder happened. If this is all the tape reveals then that's not much. If anything it proves that Damian Cain is guilty. He definitely went in and out of the building that night of the murder. I keep watching though, just to see if there's anything more and to my utter shock and horrific surprise, guess who I see come into the building not long after Cain? My own boss. Adam fucking Wolff. There's his face plainly put on camera. He's in there for about 20 minutes, long enough to commit a murder, before he comes back out. Shit, it's him. This is evidence that he did it. My own boss, my mentor, the person I trusted most in the world to fight by my side to put away criminals is a criminal himself. He's like the evilest person in the world and this reality hits me like a ton of bricks. I think I'm going to be sick. I feel nothing but nausea as all the conversations flash in my head where Wolff and I discussed this case. All the times he purposely put me on the wrong scent, a scent that would lead directly away from him, so that I would help convict the wrong person. I had no idea Wolff even knew the victim. How? I mean the guy's married. How would he have come across her? I just can't even wrap my mind around this evidence. It's like too much for my soul to bear. I can think of one person to tell, one person that will be as interested in this tape as I am and it's also the only person who can help calm me down and away from this ledge of utter hopelessness as I realize I've been working for the enemy.

My hands are shaking as I call Jacqueline. "Hello? Hello?" she says from the other end. She's not going to believe this.

"Jacqueline? Hi, hi. It's me."

"Xavier? It's so late. Are you okay?"

"You know, I'm really not. I'm not okay Jacqueline. I've just found something out that flips my entire world off balance. It was him, Jacqueline. It was Wolff, my own fucking mentor. It was him that committed this crime. He killed Emma. I know it. I have the proof." I'm close to tears now as my entire life closes in.

"What? Wait . . . Xavier are you serious? I mean we suspected but never knew for sure. You have ultimate proof?"

"Yes! I have the tape. I have the video footage that shows him leaving the building after Cain. He paid the guard to hide it. But I have it now, and Jacqueline it proves everything against him. I can't believe I've been working on the wrong side. I had it all wrong Jacqueline, I had everything wrong."

"It's okay Xavier. It's okay. I mean he's the DA, who would've ever suspected? He used that position to his advantage. You have nothing to feel bad about. No one knew. That's the beauty of his plan. No one ever would've suspected him given his importance in the community."

"I know, but fuck Jacqueline, how could I have missed it? I feel so gullible. I've been working under him, a man capable of this, the entire time."

"Shhh, it's okay. No one knew. He was a giant manipulator and it's not your fault. He had everyone fooled. It's okay. And you've been working for what you thought was the right cause. That's all that matters. Okay? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I mean I'll be fine., But this has to come out tomorrow."

"Okay. Tomorrow it is. Tomorrow will be the worst day of his life and it'll be thanks to you. None of this could've happened without you Xavier. You're a hero! You're my hero."

Her words calm me down and I know how lucky I am to have Jacqueline in my life. Nobody else could've said it like she did. She's positively the only person whose opinion I care about. I'm so grateful to have her.

"Okay, thanks. I'm gonna go now."

"Alright, I'll see you soon Xavier."

With that, we hang up and I do the only thing I can think to do. I make several copies of the footage and then I take one more shot of Jack. Fuck, this was a crazy night. I have to prepare myself for exactly how this is going to go down tomorrow.