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~ [i]Wedge in the Door[/i]~[/center]

Shaun shrunk back at Cyrus's sudden, violent outburst. But he was right. He wasn't thinking properly. He was submitting baseless, redundant questions and information to the court that had no relevance at that point in the discussion. They needed to establish what killed him, and how.

[colour=SlateBlue]"S-sorry... I'll be qu-quiet..."[/colour] he whispered, letting the others continue their discussion. 

When it came back around to Davis, his questioning caught his ear. The man, as insane as he was, had a point. What was the point on the cut in the stalagmite? It had, as far as Shaun could tell, no obvious relation to the case. It was a clue that made no sense.

But there was nothing that didn't make sense. Everything had a place, and everything had relevance. He had been wrong to say that chaos had been created by placing items that didn't correlate to anything but as red herrings.
[colour=SlateBlue]"U-um..."[/colour] he stuttered, his confidence having taken a hit from Cyrus, [colour=SlateBlue]"I-is it possible... th-that the killer r-removed the wedge from th-the stalagmite..? I-I don't think it m-makes sense for them to h-have just f-filed a hole I-into it... a-and s-since it crumbles, i-it'd be easy to g-get rid of, t-too..."[/colour]