Sorry for all the confusion and delay, guys!
This is the new chapter 3. The old chapter 3 will be relegated back to chapter 4 or 5, depending on how big I want to make the next chapter.
A good part of the dialogue is taken directly from the English dub of Death Note, which I do not own.
I truly am sorry for the huge delay it took to get this up, and I'm working on the next chapter now!
It should be up sometime tonight, if all things go well!
Our job was simple; review the tapes and records, and find any irregularities or facts that would help us, firstly, determine how the FBI agents had been discovered, and secondly, give us clues that would lead to Kira's identity.
Needless to say, it was a long night and we were all tired, and had yet to make any real progress.
Until we started to re-watch the scene of Raye Penber's death, that is.
"So, based on the records that I have here, Raye Penber comes through the west entrance of Shinjuku station at 3:11 pm. Then at 3:13 he boards a train on the Yamanote line, but even if he was following someone at that time, I think it's going to be very difficult for us to draw any real conclusions from this blurry video… Then at exactly 4:42 pm…" Matsuda's attention was diverted by an ice cream cone. "Ah, thank you very much Watari. Um, at 4:42 pm, he exits the train at Tokyo station, and dies on the platform."
Another ice cream obstructed my vision, and I can't help but admit that I was momentarily distracted by the odd colouring and the coldness that sent a shock through my teeth as I bit into it.
I looked up to smile thankfully at Watari, before returning my attention to the conversation as well as the surveillance video.
The arm holding my ice cream shot suddenly towards the screen. "H-hey!" I couldn't help the shout that escaped me, nor could I prevent the smile that tugged at my mouth.
"What is it, Miyu?" Ryuuzaki questioned, his own eyes never leaving the now frozen picture.
"Yeah, what's up? You almost gave me a heart attack!" Matsuda laughed nervously, his hand tugging at the nape of his neck.
"The envelope." I announced proudly, once again pointing at the screen with the cone.
"Please be careful with that, Miss." Watari reprimanded me gently.
"Ah, sorry. But seriously guys! Look at Raye!" Only blank stares met mine.
"She's right. Raye seems to be holding what looks like an envelope when he passes through the ticker gate."
"You two are right! It's there, under his arm! But in the footage right before his death, it's gone! I can't believe you guys actually caught that!" Aizawa looked stunned.
"Well, I don't see an envelope on this list of his personal effects." Yagami was a bit more calm as he scanned over the papers in his hands.
"Which means…" Ryuuzaki began.
"It was left on the train!" I interrupted joyously.
"Indeed it was. And if you look closely at the very end here, it seems like he's straining to look inside the train before the doors close. You can see right here." Ryuuzaki paused the video, and nodded at the screen.
"If that's the case, do you think this could mean something?" Yagami asked, a small frown creasing his brow.
"Wouldn't it be interesting if Kira was on that train?" The question didn't seem to be directed at anyone.
"That's impossible!" The Chief seemed bewildered.
"I admit, I find it hard to believe as well. There's no reason for Kira to come to the scene of his own crime when he can kill from a distance…" Ryuuzaki trailed off, pausing to lick his ice cream.
"Well, maybe he was counting on us to make that assumption, and figured he could get away with it." I offered tentatively.
"Hmm… It's a sound assumption, but for now, we can neither confirm nor deny Kira's presence on that train…" Ryuuzaki slowly rose from his awkward perch on the sofa, before shambling away to another room.
"Wait, does that mean we're done for the night?" Matsuda wondered aloud, a wisp of hope in his gaze.
"Yes, it does. Good night." Ryuuzaki called from the other room.
With a shrug, I stood up. "Well, good night then, guys… We really made some progress, I think."
They all mumbled their goodbyes, clearly too tired for any real response.