Jo had retrieved a name off of the surveillance feed: Michael Carter. His name was in the database as a registered gun owner. Danny and Don went to check on the Carter residence while Jo, Mac, Lindsay and Adam stayed back at the lab. Jo and Adam were waiting for results on another case when Adam noticed something different about Jo.
"Jo, what happened to your eye?"
Jo looked shocked. She had covered it with concealer very well, not fully aware that it looked swollen still.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your eye is swollen."
Jo just brushed it off. "I accidentally had a makeup wipe near my eye and I forgot that it was one I was allergic to."
"Oh okay." Adam had seen Jo use a makeup wipe once before, and it wasn't something that she was allergic to as far as he knew.
Don had knocked on the door. "Michael Carter, Police!" There was no answer.
"Police! Open up!" Danny had kicked the door in after a minute. Both officers had their guns drawn, looking for the suspect as well as the missing girl. They knew that Mr. Carter had about three guns registered to the state. Danny had cleared the kitchen when he heard noises coming from the back room. A short had rang out, almost hitting Danny. The person who had fired tried to run was trying to run down the fire escape. Danny was able to grab her before she went down to far and had put handcuffs on her.
"Where is Ashley Wilson?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." As Danny was trying to ask her a few questions, he heard Don from the other room. "I've got her! Call a bus!"
Ashley was taken to St. John's hospital, while an angry Angela Carter was sitting in an interview room at the precinct.
"What have you done with my daughter?" She asked when Jo entered the room.
"That girl is not your daughter. This is." Jo took the pictures out of the file and passed them to Angela, who refused to look.
"You took my daughter away for no reason. I need to be with her!"
Jo looked at the hysterical woman right in front of her, trying to figure out how to word things correctly as to deal with a sensitive subject.
"This is your daughter." She had pointed at the photos again, trying to make her look.
"Her name was Shelby, right?"
"That is her name! I need to be with her!"
Jo took a photo off of the table and held it right in front of Angela's face.
Angela started crying once she saw the photo, taking a seat slowly.
"This is your daughter, Shelby. She is in the morgue right now. The girl that was in your apartment was not your daughter."
Jo took another look at the report in the file. "Cause of death: suicide." She put the file down, looking at the woman crying in front of her. "You were the one who found her."
Angela picked up another photo, staring at her baby girl. Tears fell more violently down her cheeks as she started shaking. "I couldn't save her."
"This girl," Jo picked up a photo of Ashley, " she was your daughter's best friend, right?" Angela just nodded, still shaking.
Jo had read the report. Shelby Carter died from severe blood loss by slitting her wrists. Her mother was the one that found her lying unconscious in the bathroom.
"I just wanted her back!" Her sobs were getting louder.
"I couldn't save her! I just wanted her back!"
There was a knock on the one-sided window, beckoning for Jo to meet the face behind the glass. She grabbed the file except for the one photo that Mrs. Carter was holding, and found Mac on the other side of the glass.
"Jo, we found Mr. Carter. Danny is questioning him now, but it seems like they both had a similar mental break after their daughter died."
Jo looked back at a crying Angela. "If Ellie killed herself, I'd have one too."
