chapter twenty-three ; the investigation

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march. 2010

David and Robert walked side by side through the crime scene. They were in Marvin White's apartment and casually looking around for evidence. They weren't allowed to do much considering they were in the D.E.A and only looking for drug related items. But that wasn't stopping David from doing some hardcore investigating. 

"Uh David, look at this." Robert pointed to a small book that was lying on a nightstand. It was a little book with a leather cover and a pen sticking out of it. He picked it up and gently tossed it to his friend. 

Neither of them had any idea as to what it was, but there was only one way to find out.

David opened it up and flipped to a random page. He was met with sketches of what looked like lab equipment and various formulas for something. His eyes caught a sentence at the bottom left corner of the page.

"F.W's recipe on next page."

His mind instantly thought of a person with very familier initials. He chuckled at the ridiculous coincidence.

"It looks like some sort of underground mega-lab or something." He muttered quietly while continuing to browse the drawings.  The book showed sketches of many fancy appliances and the contraptions that kept them all hidden. It all seemed to add up.

Robert furrowed his brow. He saw something that seemed to be poking out of the back half of the book. It seemed like a small piece of paper. He grabbed the book from his friend and quickly began to turn the pages. Soon, the piece of paper fell out of the book. He reached down and picked it up.

"Dom's number | 315-111-811

Mike's number | 315-515-171

Call in case of emergency at the lab!"

All the evidence was quickly seeming to add up. A secret lab, complex formulas involving chemicals, keeping everything very secretive. The pieces were falling into place.

David smirked at a thought. "What if this Marvin White guy was Heisenberg?" He suggested. 

Robert's face lit up. After months of working on the Heisenberg case, they finally seemed to be getting some closure. They had a crime scene, a private journal, and phone numbers to track.

Justice always catches up.


"Finn wait..." Natalia said as she walked into her brother's bedroom. He groaned when he saw his sister approaching him. He had a feeling that she wanted to talk to him about something. He just wanted to take a shower, he didn't have time for his stster's stale talks.

"What?" He retorted with a scoff. She rolled her eyes at his rudeness.

"Look I just... I'm worried about you." 

He exhaled deeply and glanced up at the ceiling. "We've been over this multiple times. I'm fine."

"I... I was reading in the paper about an apparent drug-related homicide. A guy simply opened his door and got shot. I don't want that to happen to you." She replied in a concerned manner.  

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