[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/cea2af57f2e31ed43fb67c66b612f32d/tumblr_inline_n0rcey8Qrp1rsud01.gif[/img][hr]Location: Coroner's Office[/center][hr][hr][color=00ccff]"Wait, here we go!"[/color] Cecily practically screeched, having spotted another photograph of the gun in her photo queue, just a few after this one. Flipping to it with her thumb frantically, the quality was far better, and by some stroke of fortune, the angle identical to the one used to photograph Peyton's gun. This time, holding the photographs side by side, even a two year old would have been able to tell that the guns were practically identical. Her heart skipped a beat, as she pondered whether or not they still had Peyton's gun in the evidence locker. She couldn't imagine the next of kin would want the gun-- and if they had released it to someone, there'd be a paper trail to follow. 

[color=00ccff]"It's the same gun!"[/color] Cecily declared. [color=00ccff]"Here, what's the evidence tag on that photograph? I can try to find Peyton's gun in the evidence locker, if we still have it...I mean, I can't imagine anyone would want the thing, right? It'd be a bit odd to have that around, not like you can tell the neighbors [i]Oh, and this is the gun our daughter used to pop off with![/i]"[/color] She tugged at her hair slightly, feeling exhilarated from the slight breakthrough. The guns connected the sisters more than just their blood did. The odds that two people would kill themselves at the same place, with the same make of gun, and be related? Incredibly slim, Cecily figured.

A bit too impatient and fidgety now, Cecily looked at the file in Tank's hand, and got the evidence number. [color=00ccff]"Right, I'll go get it!"[/color] She practically ran from Wallace's office and down the hall, swiping her ID badge and heading inside. The walls were filled with boxes upon boxes filled with evidence, some of them from cases solved, some of them from cases cold. Rummaging through, she eventually made it to the small box set aside for Peyton's case. Cecily didn't have to search through it very long to realize the gun was gone. 

[color=00ccff]"Shit!"[/color] Cecily groaned, stamping her foot a bit on the ground. Setting everything back, she left the evidence locker, securing it behind her. As she returned to Wallace's office, Roy had just got off the phone, finishing his call.  She'd been gone less than a moment, sighing a bit as she prepared to share the news. Roy, however, stole the show.

[color=00ccff]"What do you mean?"[/color] Cecily frowned. She didn't like the tone or the look in his eye. Always expecting the worse, Cecily could only imagine that Wallace had had a similar encounter this morning--and that the person didn't miss that time. [color=00ccff]"He isn't dead....is he?"[/color] 

She gulped, pleading with herself that it wasn't the case and that she was just reading into things too much. But if Wallace [i]were[/i] dead, she didn't know quite what to do. Justice had had organized crime before, she'd dealt with those cases. But this? This was something more than that, if what she suspected turned out to be true...This would have to be something else, a different type of beast she wasn't prepared to deal with.