"Evangeline Williams, Beacon Press." She introduced herself, taking note of his body language. He wanted to say something about the case, but it was clear he couldn't...or wouldn't. Evie wrote something down in her notes before tearing it and handing it to him. "It's my email in case you want to say something." She said with a little grin before leaving. 

She sighed softly upon arriving home, sinking into the couch. Every turn lead back to square one. Who were these guys? She glanced at the time, decided fuck it, and headed into the kitchen to grab herself a drink. She went back to her computer to see if there was anything she missed.

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A few days had passed since she had spoken to Father Walters and still no other leads. Fruitless hours spent checking the evidence were all for not. Evie moaned as she rubbed her eyes knowing she'd never hear the end of it from Joe.