After the excitement of yesterday, Robert was relieved to have another quiet patrol. He stopped by the local courthouse to pick up a warrant for Henry’s hotel room, the local judiciary had a very friendly relationship with Regina and the Sheriff’s office. He had been killing time driving up and down the main street until the evening, when he got Regina’s message, and knew what he had to do.
	
Robert pulled up his car in Granny’s parking lot, and gathered up his tools. He had picked up the investigation kit at the start of his shift, just so that he’d be ready if he had to search the room before he had time to make it back to the station. After opening the kit, Robert picked out the items he would need the most, primarily the gloves, the camera, and the fingerprint kit. 

	He gave the door two hard knocks, and said “This is the Storybrooke Police Department, we have a warrant to search your room. If you do not respond or open the door immediately, we will open it for you.” Robert gave the warning even though he knew Henry was out, it was important to follow procedure, and there was always the possibility that there was someone else inside the room. He gave it about ten seconds before he unlocked the door himself, if there was someone there, they could be attempting to destroy evidence.

	The inside of the room was unremarkable, the only things that stood out were an empty suitcase next to the bed, and a thick hardback book on the nightstand. He took the time to photograph everything as it was before moving it at all, even small details might be important. After a cursory search, it became obvious that there was no smoking gun hidden with the room, nothing to implicate Henry in another crime. The clothes were all neatly hung up in the closet, and the bathroom held only toiletries. The drawer of the nightstand had a few personal items like a cell phone charger, but nothing else.

	The only item that Robert bothered examine closer was the book on the table, a thick leather-bound volume that was definitely not new. The cover said “Once upon a time”, indicating that it was a book of fables. Robert flipped through it a bit, opening it on the page that was marked bookmark that came from Mr. Gold's. It told the story of the Cheshire Cat, and he read a few words before deciding that it was best to hurry up. He photographed that page, and turned to another page that was particularly dog-earred. This one told about a man named Rumpelstiltskin, who was the sort of person who tricked people into crooked bargains. Robert thought to himself. [i]Today, they call people who exploit optimism to ruin lives army recruiters. Or possibly pawnbrokers[/i]

	After taking a few more photos, lifting some prints off of one of the plastic cups, and making sure everything was the way it was before, Robert walked back to his car. He sat in the parking lot writing the report for the search, while he reminisced about the past. Between the time his girlfriend left him and arriving in Storybrooke, not much had gone well for him. Storybrooke didn’t solve all of his problems, some issues, like his PTSD and his loneliness had stayed, but at least he had a home and a job now. 
Although he like to protect the town and all of its citizens, there were only two people here he had ever felt particularly close to. One was Regina, who he owed a great debt to for helping rebuild his life, and the other was Steve Morris, the former sheriff. Robert had never met a man with more integrity than Steve, and he was honored to take his position when Steve moved out. Shortly after that, Robert received news that Steve had died, gunned down trying to stop a man running from the cops. Oddly enough, that had been the only sad news that Robert remembered hearing his whole time in Storybrooke. Stranger even, that he never even left town to go to the funeral.

Just as Robert finished the report, he heard Graham calling for assistance over the radio. While Graham was out, the mysterious lady had gotten free, and the station didn’t even have a camera to see how. Graham tried to defuse the situation by mentioning that the envelope was still safe in the evidence locker, but Robert was still in a very bad mood. He sent a digital copy of the report and photos to Regina before heading to the station, where he’d investigate and give Graham a stern reprimand.