Chapter three! And I can't believe I forgot to say thanks for reviewing last chapter, so I'll say it now: Thanks!

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"Hey Roy, according to the neighbours they went missing a while back. They only came back last month. And they estimate that the victim was killed in that time period..."

Roy frowned. "That's... odd."

"Odd is one way of putting it. And I did some research last night, too- there are some rumours that those boys were being targeted by a gang, and, well, considering our victim's history..."

"She was a gang member?" asked Roy. Maes sighed.

"Not just member, Roy. She was the head of a small but... influential group. They were involved in a lot of crimes, but nobody ever caught them. Everything I've dug up on Dante Bolton says that she wasn't one to cross, at all. And Envy Elric is her son, you know."

Riza nodded. "You think he upset her somehow."

Maes shrugged. "Maybe. Kids can be frustrating sometimes." he said... and then, suddenly, he grinned.

Roy paled.

"But not my darling Elysia, of course! Roy, you have to come and see her, she's getting so grown up! Just look at this photograph, isn't she adorable? And-"

Riza sighed, and slipped out of the room, leaving Roy to deal with his friend's babbling all by himself.

Belle Marlowe, formerly known as Lust, dropped the last coin into the payphone and waited patiently for the phone to connect.

Ring ring. Ring Ring. Ring-

"Hello?" came a tired voice.

"Edward Elric," she said. "This is Belle Marlowe."

"Er... who? I'm sorry, I don't think-"

"Lust," she interrupted him. "It's Lust. I want to talk to you about Dante."

"Dante! The police-"

She cut him off again. "I know. I tried to stop them from finding the body, I failed. I managed to destroy most of the evidence, and what's left shouldn't be enough to convict anyone, but they found the body before I could remove it. I was hoping they'd be unable to identify it, or that they wouldn't make the connection between her and you, but..." she trailed off.

"Oh." came Edward's voice again. "Wait... you said you destroyed the evidence?"

"Most of it, certainly. The rest of it will be too damaged to be of use to the police."

"I... I see." he said. "They came to tell us that she'd been found murdered because of Envy's relationship to her. They don't have a suspect yet. If the evidence is destroyed, then that's good- they can't do anything now, right?"

"They shouldn't be able to, no, but I may have missed something. Elric, listen to me. You need to get your stories straight, all of you, your father as well, and make sure there isn't a single hole. I'll make sure the other gang members don't rat you out, but be on your guard, understand? Dante had friends in high places, and if they ever find out you and your family had something to do with this... they will not be happy."

She heard him gulp on the other end of the phone. "I understand. Um, Belle, right? I... thanks. Um... if you don't mind me asking... you said you were with Dante because you wanted something. I mean, if it's not personal or anything, I just thought maybe..." he shut his mouth, and she could tell that he was embarrassed, even over the phone. "Forget it. I'm sorry for asking."

For a moment, she didn't answer him. She bit her lip.

"I... I was looking for somebody. Dante told me she would help me find him." she nearly whispered the words, her voice hoarse. "It doesn't matter. He's probably dead."

She hung up the phone on Edward's concerned voice, ignoring the coins that rattled down into the collection drawer with a clatter, and turned to face the small, round man behind her.

"Come on, Jordan." she said to the former Gluttony, "Let's go." And she swept off down the street, her dim-witted companion trailing in her wake.