"Loops every 72 hours. It's It's got everything from when they came in to right now." She hesitated. "I don't know how to I mean, I can erase it. I can pull the card.
Nobody moved for a beat. Leo's voice came out carefully. Does that camera catch faces clear enough to It catches faces, but Brenda said, "The resolution isn't great, but it catches faces." The door, the counter, the booths. She paused.
Booth nine. Another beat of silence. Then Mike said, "Don't touch it." Every head in the room turned toward him. "Don't erase it," he said.
"Don't pull the card. Leave it exactly as it is." Leo opened his mouth. "Leo," Mike said. Leo closed it.
"The tape stays," Mike said, and there was something final in it that wasn't a threat and wasn't a command. It was the voice of a man who has already thought through what other people are still arriving at. Here's why. You came in here with weapons.
The door is broken. There is physical evidence of what happened tonight that exists independently of that tape. If something goes wrong later, if Velasquez decides his math was wrong, if Torres has second thoughts, if somebody talks to somebody who talks to somebody, the tape is what tells the true story. It shows what actually happened.
It shows how it ended." He looked at Leo steadily. "You want the version of this night that exists in the world to be the real version, not a version with a hole in it where the evidence used to be." Leo thought about this. His jaw was tight. "The real version includes me and Corey walking in with guns." "Yes," Mike said.