Damon arrived at Elena's vacant house. On the drive over he knew what he had to look for, but didn't process the idea of how exactly he would get in. The front door, window, everything was locked up tight. He hated the thought of having to break a back window to snoop around her house, but he did what had to be done. This of course justified simply by Damon logic in which if he found something, he could be the hero, if not, then he didn't do it. Then again, if he did find something, how exactly was he going to explain it to Elena without blowing up his big secret? Shit.
Damon rounded the house and picked out a more conspicuous window near an overgrown holly bush. With one swift movement he bashed in the glass with his elbow and climbed through. Easy enough. Now, where would be the best place to hide documents regarding torture, he chuckled to himself. He walked through the kitchen and into the living room. The numbers were still on the wall. The blood had changed to a dark brown color now. Damon took out his cell phone and snapped a picture of it.
He turned the living room upside down looking for anything that could possibly relate the family to Whitmore. He searched picture albums on the shelves, hanged certificates, old flyers they kept pressed into books, and came up with nothing. They must be somewhere else. He was determined to find what had linked this innocent family to those numbers. Maybe in reality, it had nothing to do with Augustine at all and he had just linked the two from coincidence.
He left the living room and walked further down the hallway leading away from the front of the house. There was a small room at the end. At first glance, it didn't look like much. It could easily pass for a teenager's video game room. All that sat in there was a couch, TV, computer desk, filing cabinet, and a box of xbox 360 games. Damon went to the computer desk and tore through each cabinet and drawer. Nothing of use. His eyebrows raised as he came across the filing cabinet. He pulled the door, locked. He tried again, but harder. The lock busted from the top and the drawer slid open, revealing tons of manila tabs. Damon flipped through several reading Dental, Elena-School, Jeremy-School, Manuals, etc. Finally in the very back of the drawer there sat a file, its header reading Whitmore.
Damon snatched it out and opened it up on the desk. One great big diploma and a large packet sat in the folder. He took out the contents of the folder, skimming through it quickly. A majority of it was test results, some research papers, and the like, but mixed in with those was one very interesting packet stapled neatly together. Bingo.
Poor Elena didn't deserve this.