"Surely we will, there has to be something that could assist us in these drawers..." Jones commented, taking a look underneath the counters of the market until he came across one more object, a strange letter that he would pick up and read. It appeared to have single-sided tape stuck on it, as he read over the crudely written note. "Leave Eastfield Market, you scum...[i]or I'll blow you all up![/i] Are you sure that Shaun's not our guy after that?" Jones asked, as he sealed the note into a bag and sent it off to forensics for a handwriting analysis, just to be sure. "Considering the explosive threat he just made, no pun intended, Shaun really should've used magazine cutouts instead." Just as he was about to dig deeper, a reporter immediately charged into the scene, with a microphone that Jones didn't recognize, her bearded cameraman closely following behind her as he dutifully captured her speech with a fancy Nikon camera. "Hello? Sorry to bother you, I'm looking for Henry Crosby," the reporter replied, being dressed in a black suit and her hair cut in a bob cut. "We were supposed to meet here like half an hour ago. Are you friends of his?"