"Captain Raydor, the shell you provided was a match to those found at the Highway Massacre and the striations match with what was found at Frank Rogers' home, I believe this came from there. I have no idea why there are small holes drilled into it or why-" Detective Tao shows it to her in the plastic evidence bag.
"That's all I needed to know. Thank you, Detective Tao." Sharon folds her arms looking through a stack of folders on her desk.
"Ma'am, may I ask where you found it?"
She swallows, pausing a moment before looking up at him, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you that right now. Not without finding a little more information first."
"You're withholding information about someone who nearly shot your daughter-"
"Lieutenant Tao-" She snaps, putting her hand up, "I already know and I just need a few hours, please. Can you give me that?"
He looks at her a few seconds before nodding, "I'll put it in by five unless you tell me to sooner." Tao nods before walking back to his desk.
Sharon stacks the files up, shaking her head, "It's none of these." She pushes the stack aside, getting to a thicker one and looking through it. She smirks, "That little shit." She whispers to herself, quickly calling Flynn.
"Raydor Residence. Housekeeper speaking." Flynn smirks, noticing her number on the caller identification of his phone.
"Hey, handsome. I need your help with something. Is Tyler there?"
"No, why?"
"I didn't think so." She shakes her head, "Across the hall is Mrs. Alvarez. Go over and ask her to watch the kids for an hour, two hours tops. Tell her you were called out. You need to throw on one of your suits...or whatever is in the closet there that you could wear to work."
He furrows his brow, "What's going on, Shar?"
"I will be there in fifteen minutes." Raydor slams the phone onto the receiver and pulls her blazer back on, quickly leaving her office and making a jog to the elevators, "I just solved this case." She mumbles to herself as she steps in.
