It takes Trey a little over an hour to get back to my house with some information. I am sitting in front of my house talking to some security about any updates they may have on the case. He parks his car behind some cop cars. He runs up to me with a few files clutches safety in his hands. "Got a moment?" he asks as he reaches me. I nod and follow him indoors. We walk in to the kitchen and make sure that nobody there to over hear our conversation. We sit by the table and he opens the folder, exposing the files he has stored inside. "I got as much as I could think of. I don't have the actual documents, I just took a photocopy of them for now, the originals are safely locked away in my office," he informs me as he starts flipping through them. "I have gathered screenshots of emails and texts
