Date: 17 Sept 1999/18 Sept 1999 | Just after Midnight/wee hours
Characters: Roger Davies, Daphne Greengrass, Anyone Else
Location: WWW
Status: Public
Summary: After the fire is put out, the investigation begins.
Completion: Incomplete
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collecting debris )
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"Document everything," he told her, glad that she was ready to get down to things rather than stand and gawk. "I've started an evidence kit; and I want you to catalogue what I've collected so far. Then find me -- I want you to help me look around for more."
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"Merlin, there's so much," she said, more to herself than anything. She would never have really thought of this shop in such a manner--it was full of jokes, after all--but it made sense. It was going to be full of substances to test, and that would make their jobs even harder. "Anything stand out yet?" Daphne asked, looking over her shoulder at her co-worker.
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At her question, he glanced up from the floor. "Do you see these?" he asked quietly, motioning to the shards of glass on the floor below the window. "What does that tell you?"
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"Well, for one thing, it's on the inside," Daphne started, rising to her feet to cross over to it for a closer look. "If that was a product that had shattered, that would make sense, but some of the pieces are too large for that." She nodded at the window frame. "And the force of the fire wouldn't have broken the windows inward."
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He stood. "I'm betting both these front windows already had holes in them when the fire started," he said grimly. "Right before it started. Someone threw something in here. And if that's the case ..."
Gesturing to the spot on the floor that he'd marked off, he said, "then we can be reasonably sure that is is one of our areas of origin. And there," he indicated the one across the room not far from the other window, "is the other one."
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"And we can be reasonably sure that this wasn't an accident," Daphne added quietly, sighing a little. It would make the job more interesting, certainly, but it was rather disheartening to think someone had done this on purpose. "Unless the children of the Alley just happened to be playing Quidditch outside in the middle of the night and lost a couple of balls through the window ( ... )
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