For a moment, Jack's surprised by what he sees inside her closet. He hadn't really known what she was going to show him when he came up, though he would have thought she'd duct-tape him to a chair to make sure he couldn't follow her before he would have thought of this.
But then, looking at the evidence, the surprise fades and he's sucked in. The investigator in him is pulling him toward it, absorbing the evidence, looking for patterns, clues, leads.
Of course the first thing he sees are the crime scene photos, and he knows without reading the note next to it which one is her mother.
no subject
But then, looking at the evidence, the surprise fades and he's sucked in. The investigator in him is pulling him toward it, absorbing the evidence, looking for patterns, clues, leads.
Of course the first thing he sees are the crime scene photos, and he knows without reading the note next to it which one is her mother.
"You've put all this together? Since when?"