A/n I know it's been a while… oh well ;)

Bella

"Okay how do I look?" I asked Emmett as I walked back into our office buttoning the last button on my working women jacket complete with matching gray pencil skirt. I was also wearing a crispy clean white shirt and had my don't-mess-with-me heels. Damn I felt good.

"Smart." Emmett replied looking up slightly then back to the pictures of the Jane Doe after her autopsy.

"I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, Emmett," I said crossing my arms.

"Sorry, but why is the lady so purple?"

"Purple?" I asked confused walking around the desk to look over Emmett's shoulder.

"Well that's simple Emmett," I said straightening my shirt and walking towards the door. "She's dead for one and she also had been left at the bottom of a lake that was freezing for a while before she was found. It's like being left in a cup of cold water and having dry ice cubes floating around you."

"Dry Ice cubes….You think she died feet up then?" Emmett muttered as I opened to door to leave. I stopped.

"What?" I turned and looked at him. I shut the door and walked back to Emmett. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, look at her ankles." He said handing me the picture. Nothing seemed different. "I don't get it."

"Okay so compare this picture," he said gesturing the one of her feet "to this one. The one of her hands." As I contrasted I noticed that her feet were a darker purple than her hands.

"It looks like her feet were touching dry ice."

BREAKTHROUGH.

"OH MY GOSH EMMETT! You are an absolute genius!" I screamed hugging him.

"Not yet now-"

"The reference." I whispered to myself.

"Yup."

"Emmett this is a murder, a close to perfect murder in fact." I said pulling a chair towards the pictures."Question, did they ever recover the car?"

"Yup. A White 1998 Toyota Camry. How else would they find the body. At least the girl wore her seat belt. Anyways I already scheduled us to check it out." Emmett said.

"Well then let us start a new sticky note collection." I said writing on a neon green post it and sticking it on the window that would over look to department. It's a good thing this window was one way looking because this thing is gonna get full fast.

I stepped back and observed my first detective Bella and Emmett on a case sticky note. It read:

Block of dry ice held accelerator as the car drove off the cliff.

"~"

I walked out of our office and down the hall towards what I was hoping was interrogation rooms. As I turn the corner I painfully ran into non-other Detective Cullen.

"Oh gwad I'm sorry!" I said rubbing my knees because we painfully ran into each other.

"Ugh. It's fine- did you change?" he asked. I guess finally noticing it was Bella the clumsy idiot who bruised his knees. Oh well.

"Yea my fairy godmother arrived asking if I wanted to look like a librarian. I said no of course, but the bitch insisted." I said sarcastically.

"Well she did a good job." Welcomed sarcasm? I've only known him for like two hours, but this seems out of character. "Where you headed anyways?" he said rubbing his chin. Come to think of it my head is kinda throbbing now.

"Off to scare and torment." I said. "You wouldn't happen to know where the interrogation rooms are?"

"As a matter of fact I do." He said leading the way. The opposite way. "Just so you know you were headed for the police changing rooms and restrooms."

"Well then, I curse you from leading me away from the sight of hunky police officers stripping." I said as we stopped in front of a door.

"Yes." He said opening the door with a key as he sent a smirk my way, "Damn me."

I closed the door behind me and walked into the observation room and saw a elderly man on the other side of a one way mirror looking flustered. Yet I still had the thought in my head that maybe Edward wasn't as much of an ass as I perceived and was told. The evidence was still against him though.

"So what could you possibly want to ask Mr. Walker that we haven't asked already?" Do I sense the jackass-y-ness already?

"Just a few things. Do you happen to have a remote by any chance?" I asked looking around the room. "Never mind I found one. This is for the camera?"

"Yes. Why? What are you doing?" Edward asked as he watched me flip the batteries around in the remote so that is wouldn't work but still carry the same weight.

"Improvising. Are you going to over look the magic that will happen?" I ask sweetly.

"Yes, but only because we are supposed to be working on this case as a group." He said curtly.

"Not curiosity?" I said batting my eyelashes.

"Definitely not." I pouted.

"Fine." And I left the room with remote in hand and the case file to the next room containing a flustered elderly fellow.

"Good afternoon Mr. …Walker. How has your day been going so far?" I asked in my sweet I-can't-possibly-do-any-harm-to-you voice.

"Terrible!" he answered roughly. "Today is my grandson's birthday and I'm stuck here waiting for someone to tell what is going on! I told that boy with the crazy hair that I don't know no lady that committed suicide." I held in the urge to giggle at the 'that boy with the crazy hair' comment. I wondered for a second if Edward was now analyzing his recently criticized public appearance.

"Well sir we will let you go once you answer a few questions that I have concerning that day." I said professionally.

"That warrant was not for my arrest so I don't have to stand for this anymore!" he said in a wrath standing up and heading for a locked door. "Let me out!" Enough.

I then stood up and grabbed the remote and pointed at the one way mirror to make the gesture of turning off the camera. I then took off my jacket and laid it on the back of my chair.

"Okay Mr. Walker I am going to ask you only once to take a seat. So we can continue our lovely conversation." I said in my fake pissed off, but has authority voice.

"Are you allowed to turn off the camera?" he asked returning to his seat.

"Mr. Walker you were working the night a white 1998 toyota camry passed through your pay road booth?"

"Apparently yes, but I don't remember the car."

"Understandable. Do you remember any let's say grocery shipments passing through your pay road booth?"

He sighed out loud trying to calm down. "Like a big truck?"

"A cargo truck."

"In fact, I do I remember that. I knew the guy. I see him about once a week; been passin' through to deliver groceries to a city two towns over."

"What's his name?"

"His name is Denvor Towers. I doubt that he has anything to do with this though. Nice guy." Mr. Walker stated rubbing the back of his neck.

"When can you say you will be seeing him next, Mr. Walker?" I asked looking him in the eye.

"I-I don't know." He answered nervously. No I'm too close!

"Mr. Walker!" I asked slamming my fist down on the desk. "Don't lie to me!" I said leaning towards him.

He sighed defeated, "Well, he usually drives through on Tuesdays."

"What company did you say he worked for?"

"I didn't."

"Well are you going to tell me?" he then began to concentrate on the flimsy ceiling boards. Let's try sincerity, "Mr. Walker. This information might help discover the identity of this girl." He then continued to look skyward, "When this girl was alive she too was someones daughter and a grandaughter…," I pulled out a picture of her face from the autopsy, "Look at her. LOOK AT HER," he adverted his eyes from the ceiling towards the photograph, "You may not care about her, but someone out there does and your going to tell me what I need to know."

It felt like the longest silence ever before he finally answered."He works at Tim's Grocers two towns over. That's all I know."

"And the cameras?"

"Wearn't working."

"I know that, but why?"

"Outlet broke. Something about soda spilling."

"Did you spill it?"

"No. I have diabetes. I don't drink soda."

I stand up and walk to the door with the remote and file. He spoke up in what sounded like his menicing tone,"I should report you for turning off the camera in the other room. That must be illegal."

I turned towards him with my hands on the door nob, "You should if I actually turned it off. By the way, with holding the soda spill incident is in fact illegal and you could be fined or even jailed. Have a nice day Mr. Walker." I said exiting the room.

"~"

"I don't understand why he held on to that piece of information." Edward said as the four of us watched the video again for the twelfth time in my new office. Well it was Emmett's to, but meh.

"I want to know why he is protecting that grocery store delivery guy." Emmett said. "I get it it's his homie or whatever, but that was some defending."

"Well we should meet up with that guy. See what's up." Rose said distastfully. She still wasn't used to the idea of working with up. And also that we already made a break through on the first day. Edward seems to be warming up to us, but I knew he would side with Rose in a heartbeat.

"What happened to that other warrant for the owner of the vehicle?" Emmett asked sipping from his smoothie in a pineapple complete with umbrella. I guess he felt like he needed to reward himself for his break through.

"She wasn't home. But Jake left a notice that she a few days to contact us." I said.

"Why do you need to talk to her?" Rose asked confused.

"I have feeling, so I'm just going with it. I also feel like a lot of things will unravel once we talk to this grocery delivery guy." I said staring at our window of sticky notes that Emmett, Rose and Edward have added to.

Suspects:

Mr. Walker –pay road booth cashier/person mmm…

Denver Towers –grocery delivery

Ms. Jenson – owner of stolen vehicle

"Whoever did this is tying a major knot." Edward exhaled.

"Sounds like a joke. How many detectives does it take to untie a knot?"

"Shut up, Emmett." I said smirking.

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