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[cutting_edgex23]

After the plastic baggies have been obtained, and the camera, and several rolls of film (or rather memory cards) have been consumed in photographing the murder scene

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[a_lioness]

It strikes Alanna, halfway through a large gulp of rapidly cooling coffee, that she should probably tell Adam, George and others that she's not going to be back tonight.

At least she gave Grace the necklace before she decided she couldn't stand another moment without a hot shower, and disappeared again.

Alanna shakes her head, closes her eyes and attempts to focus. "We should clear off the office notice board and devote it to this, for now."

They'll need the space. And she'll need more coffee.

[cutting_edgex23]

X takes a sip of milk, then nods.

"It will be more efficient."

Beat.

"When there is more information."

[a_lioness]

Blowing out a breath, Alanna reaches across the table for a pen and slides the pad of paper between them.

"Attention Security."

That seems a good way to start.

"Tonight, a body was discovered in the woods by Claire Bennet, a patron." Beat. "How is your handwriting, X?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X half-frowns.

"It is legible."

Beat.

"That is relevant?"

[morelikeasponge]

Peter Petrelli, having just entered the bar through the lake door, grumpily surveys the room, and chooses a seat near Alanna and X's table.

He flags down a wait rat, and orders a grilled cheese sandwich and an orange gun safety vest.

[a_lioness]

Alanna notices him enter and sit down, but her mind is full of unpleasant images and focused on the task at hand.

She doesn't pay him any further attention until a stray thought suggests maybe she should. He came in from the lake.

Peter is now being watched.

[cutting_edgex23]

X's nostrils flare, and she, too, turns to look at him.

Beat.

"Peter?"

It has, after all, been quite some time.

[morelikeasponge]

Peter glances up from his orange vest, and eyes X with no trace of recognition.

"Yeah?" he says, uncertainly. And, after a moment: "Do I know you?"

[mmquitecontrary]

Sadly, Mary has just invalidated much of their hard work.

She didn't mean to!

[a_lioness]

"Oh, Goddess."

Alanna groans.

Of all people to see West's body, it had to be Mary. Lucy would be thoroughly appalled.

"Mary!" she calls, voice firm.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary's head whips towards the Security table.

The rest of her shortly follows.

"I suppose," she says, stiffly, "it is your job to do something about this."

Isn't that what Security is supposed to be for? (That, and assigning Mary community service for performing her civic anti-Puck duties.)

[cutting_edgex23]

"We are cataloguing evidence," X offers.

She is perfectly matter-of-fact.

"You have seen something useful?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X eventually looks up from the note, gaze flicking across the bar until she meets Elle's gaze.

Just for a second.

[a_lioness]

Alanna is taking turns studying a lot of people tonight. Apparently it's Elle's turn, as she's been staring since Elle vacated her stool.

"Hullo," she offers, once Elle is close enough to hear.