"I want to speak with you in my office right this minute," Bill says quietly, walking out into the hallway. Christ, he'd bent to Division's wishes because he thought he could keep some kind of control over this situation, but obviously he hadn't counted on Agent Doyle to go way too far.
They're halfway back to his office when an analyst runs up to him, a folder in their hand. "This just came up from Forensics, sir. It's urgent."
Bill stops, taking the folder and flipping it open. Skimming the report, he can feel his stomach start to sink, his fingers turning cold.
...concluded that the substance found on the partial fingerprints was common cooking oil...no human epithelials or skin oils were found on the weapon, including in the partial fingerprints...
"Sir?" Doyle asks, and Bill realises he hasn't hidden his reaction; not that there's any reason to. Not with this kind of development.
"Call the field teams back, and get someone to take Kim to medical," he says, starting toward his office, "Jack didn't kill David Palmer; he was set up."
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Date: 2007-04-23 02:31 am (UTC)They're halfway back to his office when an analyst runs up to him, a folder in their hand. "This just came up from Forensics, sir. It's urgent."
Bill stops, taking the folder and flipping it open. Skimming the report, he can feel his stomach start to sink, his fingers turning cold.
...concluded that the substance found on the partial fingerprints was common cooking oil...no human epithelials or skin oils were found on the weapon, including in the partial fingerprints...
"Sir?" Doyle asks, and Bill realises he hasn't hidden his reaction; not that there's any reason to. Not with this kind of development.
"Call the field teams back, and get someone to take Kim to medical," he says, starting toward his office, "Jack didn't kill David Palmer; he was set up."