Nicole grabbed the few files that actually had documents inside, and not just scraps of paper with her as she left the office. She'd be staying up all night theorizing again, a habit she had after every search she made regarding her father. Though at least this time, she felt as if she found something, no matter how small, despite all her frustations. The tiny and only lead she had to her father's murderer. It was miniscule, perhaps it might even lead her to a wild goose chase since it was such a vague information.

As she returned home she reached towards her ankle, feeling what her father had left her, their family's heirloom. It was an anklet that had an emerald in the center, beside it were two pearls and it was held together by a gold chain. She couldn't help but feel a bittersweet smile grace her lips as she remembered the memory. 

It had been her father's funeral, and she never felt as alone as she had ever been her whole life. That day, and even until now she never understood why. What was so special with her father? He wasn't a lawyer you'd hold a grudge against, a scrupulous business man nor was he the leader of a successful enterprise. He was just Kevin D'Lacrue, your everyday salesman. Nicole sighed and looked at the ceiling of her room wistfully before she closed her eyes. She really needed to sleep, she still had work to do tomorrow.