A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I know this chappie is long overdue, sorry guys, I've been totally uninspired lately. Alright, enough of me, here you go, enjoy.
Isabel looked at the clock, 2:50 pm. She still had two hours and ten minutes left of work, and she was getting nowhere on this case.
There had been a bank robbery the previous day, the day Rusty left on business. Of course, Isabel was given the assignment of figuring out this case. The vault that had been broken into was nothing more than a giant computer with every single account stored in its memory. But the security tapes showed two men going after the safety deposit boxes that lined the walls, they didn't even touch the computer. That's the part that stumped Isabel; they must have been after some sort of priceless jewel if they were going to skip over all that money. Or perhaps they weren't all that computer literate and didn't want to waste their time trying. Either way, she was going to figure it out if it killed her.
Grabbing her ice coffee drink, she settled in to watch the security tapes once more. She'd spent the entire morning going through countless hours of video, and she didn't find anything odd about the suspects. Of course, their faces were well-hidden and they'd been wearing gloves, so no luck there either.
Frowning, Isabel fast forwarded to the actual robbery. The police still hadn't been able to figure out what was stolen from box 370. The owner of the box had died years before and left the box to his grandson, but didn't give him the key. The grandson had no idea what possibly could have been in the box either, nor did he know why he wasn't given a key to the box.
She zoomed in on the box, watching one of the suspects hands open the box. She couldn't see what the suspect grabbed, his hand covered it the entire time. Isabel zoomed back out to see him put whatever it was into his pocket and both suspects made their escape.
"What the hell is it?" She wondered aloud.
"What the hell is what?" Isabel turned to see her boss leaning against the doorframe. She sighed.
"The bank robbery, I still haven't figured out what was stolen. Do you have any leads? Please tell me you do?" She asked, hoping for a break in this case.
"Sorry Isabel, I just came to let you know that we haven't found anything either," he looked downcast as he spoke. Isabel sighed again. Looks like more overtime, she thought.
"Thank you sir, if I find anything I'll let you know," she told him, turning back to her computer. She heard him leave and she cursed aloud.
"Damn! There must be something that I'm overlooking…but what?" Isabel decided to go to the crime scene and poke around for clues, it was the only other thing she could think to do, so she grabbed her coat.
OH A CLIFFHANGER! Don't you just HATE me? Review and maybe you'll find out who done it.