Serial Explosions, Research at Lab

A old man with lab clothes was holding the camera at desk and dusting it with powder examining the camera. He soon found fingerprints all over the camera. The fingerprints weren't from expert that brought the camera here for sure, because he was wearing gloves.
After uploading the fingerprints to search program at the database, the search went trough whole database to find if it belongs to someone that has been in jail. "No Results" the screen said as it couldn't find owner of fingerprints in database.

That's one... time to see what the camera was really filming. Experts at technology now started cracking the thing camera was filming. Not much time passed until he got results. The film was made many times faster, to not spend time watching it.

- It started to record on 6th of February.
- The recording begin suddenly in empty room with no sign of the one who put it up.
- It was facing the radiator.
- There was a weird flash at behind of radiator that was seen by this camera.

The flash... the flash... It was all this time light blue, at 8th of February is slowly became yellow. At 9th of February - today it's orange.

"There is something behind the radiator!" the technology expert said trough phone to M. And later sent him pictures that he shot from each day.

Knock, knock, knock...

Somebody on the lab doors knocked, but soon to enter without getting answer. "It's me - M here!" M said with a pretty good mood to the technology experts that were currently at database computer. "So, Jimmy, your better with all this stuff... mind explaining them what to do?" M turned his head to Jimmy smiling.

"Oh, do we have the computer that the data was stored on?" Jimmy asked, walking through the door into a large lab, where many experts were working at computers.
"Information can be stored on more than one computer actually. All I need is one." Jimmy corrected himself quickly. "Direct me to one please."

"It's right here, sir!" one of the workers at Lab said coming to a not too large, but not small either computer. "This is the database where we store information on military soldiers and people that are or were in jail."

"Ok, good." Jimmy stepped up to the computer.
"All you have to do is find the file where the data would have been stored and then insert this code into it..."
Jimmy sat down at a computer, bringing up a notepad document. He typed in some coding that would not have made sense to an ordinary person unless they could program well.
"Ok..."
Jimmy stood up again after about half an hour of writing code incredibly quickly on the notepad.
"What you have to do is insert the names and parts of the file you remember on this note where the fields have been left blank. The code will look for the file and take any parts of it that have been found on the main hard drive, where the file was stored, and try to recover the file by reassigning the location of the file."
He laughed.
"It may sound confusing, but then just run the file and what you're looking for should quickly appear."

"Yeah well... the only one who knows how to do such things is currently at vacation with her husband and child." one of the lab workers said. "We don't really know much about these computers, only how to search things and so on..."

Meanwhile M was at desk behind Jimmy and the lab workers spinning a globe to single direction from boredom.

Jimmy slapped his head.
He sat down at the desk, fiddling with the coding of the file again. This took him another valuable 15 minutes. When he was done, he put the file with the code in into a script running program.
Seconds later, a file appeared...

After hearing the noise of "search complete" M turned around slamming both palms on desk loudly and very fast. "There is his address!" M points with his finger at the address which was written in the file. "Let's go and get him, this case has been investigated long enough, i bet the bomber is that guy!" M says as he grabs his car keys and puts on suit running outside of the lab soon to jump in his car.

"Wait for me!" Jimmy exclaimed, grabbing a printout of the file, stuffing it in his pocket, ruffling up his hair and dashing out of the door with stunned onlookers staring at him. He dived through the open car door and took his seat, slamming the door behind him.
"Step on the gas!"