Approaching the station, Piper rubbed at her temples; her head was clearing slowly but surely, and the fresh air seemed to have helped further. So when they entered the station, she hung her sunglasses at her shirt collar and looked around. She offered a snarky wave in the deputy's direction--she had spent a little too much time at the station when she first arrived to town and perhaps the deputy feared Piper was back again for who knows what. Though nothing seemed to be wrong, at least on Piper's fault, and she went back to work.

Piper's brows drew together as she eyed Carver's waist. Confrontation was her first instinct, and her jaw even dropped to begin, but she stopped herself with another glance at the woman at the desk. Then she glanced around at the rest of the small office: no one seemed to take notice, which was a good thing sure enough, but if this stranger was caught bringing a firearm into the station Piper did not need the trouble of associating with him. However, when she looked again, it seemed to almost disappear behind his cloak, and she allowed herself to relax. 

[i] “Shut up,” Chris snapped.[/i]

Piper's eyebrows raised, then her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Chris would yell at a police officer and Pierce would just take it. "Dick," she muttered under her breath, though she remained interested in the subject of pictures. They moved to the evidence room, and she found herself eyeing Carver again. The whole process--for Piper especially--had been oddly easy. She would have dwelled on it if it weren't the photographs laid out before the three.

"Holy shit," she said quietly, but she found herself grossly fascinated. Eyes wide and brows narrowed, she stared at the gruesome pictures, paling slightly. The deputy rattled off something about Cutter before leaving the trio alone. It wasn't until around this point that Piper was seeing the pictures for what they were: extremely detailed evidence. "A wolf couldn't fucking do [i]that[/i]," she stated obviously. "The hell is going on?" Her hazel gaze remained on the photos, flickering between them rapidly at first, but then more slowly as she allowed herself to process them. 

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