RE: It will never be disclosed.
The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest By Bob Dylan (1968)
No one tried to say a thing
When they carried him out in jest
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along, alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
“Nothing is revealed”
Well, if its bad,we won’t
If they could grab a clear copy of Trumps prints off something in that room and transfer it to the baggie, they would.