The truth

The next morning, Frank sat at his desk, brooding over the case. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the wooden surface, his mind racing.

"Damn… This changes everything. How can a dedicated doctor like her be a criminal?" he muttered to himself.

A loud thud snapped him from his thoughts. Zoey had just slammed a file onto his desk, her expression stormy.

"I think I know why the good doctor is after Andrew," she said, her voice tight with anger.

Frank blinked up at her. "Hey, hey. What's got you all fired up this early?"

"Look for yourself."

He reached for the file, but before he could even flip it open, Zoey was already speaking, her frustration spilling over.

"A decade ago, Karl was a senior at VTU. He sexually assaulted a freshman girl during a fraternity rush party."

Frank's jaw tightened. "What?"