“Has anyone on your staff had permission to sign on your behalf?”
“No.”
Price folded his arms. “That form shows he had access.”
“It shows a signature,” Hart said. “It does not show access.”
“It shows he knew about the records.”
“I knew about the redevelopment project,” I said. “I did not know anyone was transferring property at 1:18 in the morning.”
The younger officer looked at her tablet again.
“Lieutenant, the form number is not in the evidence database.”
Hart’s eyes hardened. “Say that again.”
“The number printed here was never issued.”
Price snatched the page from her hand.
That was the first time he had touched evidence in front of all of us without waiting for permission. Aaron took one step forward, but I lifted my hand before he could say anything.
“Let him hold it,” I said.
Price looked at me.
I kept my voice low. “Now everyone knows you had it.”
His grip tightened around the paper.
Lieutenant Hart extended her hand. “Give it back.”
“This is part of an active investigation.”
“Then you can explain why the form number does not exist.”
“I’m not turning over case materials on a public sidewalk.”
“You already brought them onto a public sidewalk.”
Price looked toward his cruiser again. The sealed envelope remained visible through the window.
Dana said, “Lieutenant, I recommend you secure the folder and the envelope separately, document who possessed them, and suspend any further contact between Officer Price and Mr. Bell until the records are reviewed.”
Price gave a short, bitter laugh. “You don’t get to recommend my suspension.”
“No,” Dana said. “But I can recommend preservation of evidence.”
Hart took the folder from him.
This time, Price let go.
The younger officer photographed the cover, the transfer form, and the evidence envelope without opening it. When she turned the envelope over, her face changed.
“What?” Hart asked.
“There’s no Rivergate case number.”
“Whose number is on it?”
The officer read the handwritten digits twice.
“It belongs to a tenant complaint.”
Price stepped forward. “That’s not relevant.”
“Whose complaint?” Hart asked.
The younger officer looked at the label.
“Leonard Gaines.”
The name struck me with the force of a second shove.
Leonard Gaines was the tenant who had told me Officer Price threatened him during the building inspection. Leonard had lived in one of our older properties for seventeen years. He was a retired transit mechanic with a bad hip, a careful voice, and a habit of keeping every letter he received in a blue accordion folder.
Three weeks earlier, he had come to my office carrying that folder under one arm.
He said Price had cornered him in the laundry room after Leonard complained about an inspection notice. He said Price told him that if he kept making trouble, the city could find reasons to make him lose his apartment.
Leonard had filed a written complaint.
Then the complaint vanished.
Dana had been searching for it ever since.
“Open the envelope,” I said.
Price’s head snapped toward me. “You don’t give orders here.”
“No,” Lieutenant Hart said. “I do.”
She looked at the younger officer. “Open it under observation.”
Price moved before anyone expected him to.
He reached for the envelope.
Aaron caught his wrist—not violently, not twisting, just stopping the motion before Price could grab it.
The entire crowd reacted at once. Someone gasped. The woman at the bus stop pulled her daughter farther back. The young man with the phone said, “I got that,” though nobody had asked.
Aaron released Price immediately.
“I’m not touching you again,” he said. “I stopped your hand from taking evidence.”
Price’s face went pale with fury.
Lieutenant Hart stepped between them. “Officer Price, place your hands where I can see them.”
“He assaulted me.”
“No,” Hart said. “He prevented you from removing an envelope after I ordered it preserved.”
“I was securing my case materials.”
“You are no longer in charge of those materials.”
The younger officer opened the envelope carefully.
Inside was a single folded sheet of paper.
She removed it and placed it on the folder. The page was a copy of Leonard Gaines’s complaint, including his address, the date of the inspection, and a handwritten note at the bottom.