Private Investigator Emerson Codd, leaned against the counter of the Pie Hole as Olive Snook sobbed into his brown plaid jacket. "Neeeeeeeeeeed" She let out a high pitch moan in between sobs. The Piemaker had been missing for several hours and after a frantic search around his usual places to go, which for a man who thrived on the familiar wasn't many, Olive and Chuck returned to the Pie Hole empty handed and heavy hearted. Chuck leaned across the counter and patted Olive's shoulder, causing her to move off Emerson with a sob and slam her head on the counter.
Emerson shut his eyes and shook his head, "He didn't get his dumb ass locked in jail again did he"
Olive squeaked and Chuck scrunched her nose at him, "Emerson"
"Well his little vanishing act is making my potential windfalls flutter away"
Chuck sighed and chewed on a nail, "He wouldn't just up and leave like this, you don't suppose this has anything to do with this last case do you"
Emerson responded with a brow furrow.
"Think about it she told us...in the note...who her murderer was and they don't even exist, what if it's a big cover up? What if we've stumbled on to something much larger?" Chuck raised her brow.
Rolling his eyes and tilting his head Emerson responded, "Crispy girl was crazy, and that crazy has done shook itself off on you"
"Come on Emerson! Think about it, she was murdered right behind the Pie Hole that's too close of a connection to be ignored"
Emerson pursed his lips, "If you want to take this up on your own then go ahead, but I've got other cashy money cases to work on..."

Standing outside of Sunny Meadows cemetery Private Investigator Emerson Codd crossed his arms, "What part of I'm not helping didn't you understand"
Chuck smirked and lowered her large sunglasses, face shaded by a large rimmed black hat, "And yet you still came, admit it you're curious"
Emerson shook his head, "I go where the money calls and this money is very chatty"
Chuck shook her head, Emerson was capable of solving cases on his own, but he certainly preferred using Ned over actual work.

Emerson straightened his tie and smoothed his jacket as he walked over to the crowd of mourners. He glanced at a young blond woman standing a bit outside the crowd watching, noting this suspicious activity he walked over to her, handed her the brightly colored handkerchief from his lapel. "Hello Ma'am, my name is Emerson Codd, I'm a private investigator, how did you know the deceased"
The woman's eyes darted around, then back up at the tall man, sniffling a bit "I'm...was... we were good friends"
"Does her good friend have a name"
"Keysha..."

Chuck crossed her arms in front of her and boldly took a seat near the front of the mourners, next to a young man who looked particularly sullen. She leaned over, "I'm sorry for your loss, tissue?" She inquired pulling a Kleenex from her clutch.
He waved his hand and ran a hand back through his dark hair, "I'm fine...So, Miss"
"Chuck"
"Miss Chuck" He quirked a brow "How exactly did you know my sister"
Chuck gasped lightly, "Sister? So you're her brother, I didn't know she had a brother she failed to mention you"
He held his hand out to her, "Name's Greg, Sweetheart."

"So Keysha, why are you standing all the way over here if you were such a good friend to Miss Harris?" Emerson raised a brow.
Keysha coughed lightly, why was a private investigator here at the funeral, "We haven't been close for a while now"
"Why is that the case"
"It's a long story" she shook her head and waved her hand, "It seems all too silly now"
"How about you get to talking then."

"Greg, It's really so horrible about what happened to your sister." Chuck patted his shoulder lightly. He leaned back itching his nose and staring at the casket in front of them, "It's that fucking company's fault"
"Primatech"
"It's dangerous to send a girl out doing god knows what at night, and then...this happens"
Chuck nodded and squeezed his shoulder a bit, "I'm sure she loved her job"
"Well I hated it..."

Keysha furrowed her brow, "I don't see why I'm on trial over here...Go Spanish inquisition someone else"
"I'll inquiz upon whoever I deem suspicious"
"Are you accusing me of something"
"Murders often attend their victim's funerals"
"I'm done here..." Keysha started to walk away from him arms crossed, positively fuming.
"Does the name Elle mean anything to you"
Keysha stopped mid step lurching forward a bit, "Did you say... Elle"
"Did I stutter"
Keysha spun on her heel and turned back toward the private investigator.

"Did you not approve of your sister's line of work"
"I didn't approve of a lot of the things my sister choose to surround herself with. Following men around who would just use her as a means to an end"
"I spoke with your sister recently,before she passed, and she did mention a man she was in love with but he didn't love her"
"Was it Monroe?" Greg's eyes narrowed "Pardon"
"Monroe, Adam Monroe..." He clenched his fist and jaw, a pop floating up from a knuckle.
Chuck raised her brow and nodded, "Yes actually it was"
"That son of a bitch, is one sick twisted fu-" Greg stopped mid sentence and stared off in the distance. Slowly standing he points over at a blond man across the cemetery leaning against a tree. "How dare he show up here"
"Who?" Chuck quickly stood as well and looked over at the man leaning a bit.
"Adam..."

It was at this very moment when all hell broke lose in the quiet Sunny Meadows cemetery as Private Investigator Emerson Codd was thrown several yards through the air, his unexpected flight halted by a large tombstone. Chuck looked over in the direction Emerson flew from to see a girl running away at an incredible pace. A balding portly man behind her stood and shouted, "Keysha! Someone grab her, NOW!" Several mourners jumped up and ran in her direction giving chase. Chuck looked over at Greg who was watching the commotion and glanced back over where Adam was standing, he was gone.