Guess Then...I Kinda Got Arrested

[assassinrue]

Kendrick opened the drawer and routed through the clothes. He pulled a box out of the drawer. "Mmm now what is this?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid snatched the box from his hands and lifted the hinged top. She raised her eyebrows. "More pictures," she said, turning the box so Kendrick could see the picture on top. Another image of the black-haired girl, this time with Jonathan beside her. Both of them were smiling.

[assassinrue]

"interesting. Is there anything else? Letters?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid pulled the photos out and riffled through them. "No," she said. "Just pictures." She paused on one of the pictures. "I wonder who she is."

[assassinrue]

"Family, girlfriend. Who knows. I wonder if she's important in any of this." Kendrick walked away and circled the room slowly, looking at everything he passed.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid shrugged. "Maybe. I wonder if she's dead." Why else would someone hide a box of photos in their dresser?

[assassinrue]

"Or she betrayed him in some way. Let's see what else we can find before he gets back."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid nodded and placed the pictures back in the box, then the box in the drawer. "Any other ideas?"

[assassinrue]

Kendrick's breath slowed he surveyed the room. "Try the back of the closet, lower left corner."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid raised an eyebrow at him as she walked to the closet. "Are you an expert at this or something?" She opened the door and leaned inside. The closet was tiny, little more than the width of her shoulders, with four nice-ish shirts on hangers.

[assassinrue]

"Less of an expert and more of just..." Kendrick cleared his throat. "i know things."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Huh," Astrid said. She glanced back at him. "Me too. But one of them isn't where to find secret stuff in bedrooms." She paused and then laughed. "Although, I do have some strange knowledge."

[assassinrue]

Kendrick chuckled. "I'm pretty sure I do not even want to know. So is there anything?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid grinned. "Probably not." She pushed aside the shirts and peered at the floor of the closet, looking for anything that qualified as interesting. At first all she saw were some sneakers, but then she spotted a shoebox tucked back into the corner and half-covered by a blanket. She reached in and grabbed it, then turned toward Kendrick.

[assassinrue]

Kendrick took a large step toward Astrid. "What's in there?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid pulled off the lid and then tilted it toward him. Inside was a collection of what looked like surveillance results, pictures of people that clearly didn't know they were being photographed, financial reports, and a few camcorder tapes.

[assassinrue]

"Hmm tks tks Jonathan, you've been naughty."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid flipped through the photos, frowning. Most of them showed the same man, a middle aged guy with dark hair.

[assassinrue]

"I wonder what all this is about." Kendrick pondered as he moved to stand behind Astrid.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Astrid shook her head, her brow pinched. "Why would he be stalking some old dude?" she asked. "And why hide it in a shoebox in his closet?"