Frank nodded, taking notes, then chuckled at the last title he saw. He closed the box and stood up. He moved over to the dresser, then pulled open the drawers.

"I wish I didn't have to do this. Makes me feel guilty," Frank said as he went through the young lady's personals.

"Oh, my," Frank said, a slight, victorious smirk appearing on his face. He took the object carefully out of the drawer and pocketed it.

Charles grinned, returning the game back to it's original spot as he left the room, heading back to the deceased's wife. "Can you tell me what happened the night of your husband's passing?" He asked, deciding to choose his words carefully.

Frank checked under the room's furniture.

OoC: One clarifying question: Everyone in the town was at the ceremony right?

OoC: Yes. Sorry for not making myself clear.

Frank got up and moved out of the room, finished with his search. He walked into the boy's room.

"So, did you find anything?"

Charles sighed, nodding. "Where was Mike, then? Upstairs, in his room?" He continued to ask her questions.

OoC: Damn I got pass on the assumption that people didn't know us.

"Well yea, I found this," said Pullox, taking out his item, giving it to Frank for him to look, and then returning to investigation of the bed.

Charles smiled, nodding thankfully. "Thank you for your time, I'll find the person responsible soon!" He promised, heading out the door in search for his team member.

"Ah there you are Charles!"

"Ho ho, very interesting," Frank said, "And it looks like I found this, to match it." Frank pulled out his item and held it out to Pullox.

OOC: Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god

OoC: Oh god?