There is the briefest flicker of an expression on Sarge's face when she mentions that she shot Sonny. Because if he really is the rat then Sarge would have liked to have a word or ten, the kind that break ribs and noses and, quite possibly, skulls. It has happened before.
He also wants to get her some water, something for all the damn bruises, but before her name hasn't been cleared he doesn't think he can even move. Maybe he can't even do that after. Because of her circumstances.
That's a good way of putting it, he thinks.
With a grunt he acknowledges her statement, and bends down to retrieve the bag. It occurs to him that he should have searched her for weapons, probably, but it's a little too late for that now. Teagan could have shot them already, but one look at her and he decides that even if she wanted to, she couldn't.
Slowly he takes out the evidence, looks everything over, spreads it out on the table piece by piece. Takes his time to take it all in. It doesn't take more than two, maybe three pictures to convince him, but he keeps going, wheels in his head turning over and over. Then he takes out his phone, types something with the highest level of concentration, frowning all the while. Finally he looks up, looks at Addie, at Teagan his jaw set. "Well, shit."