A report was being delivered in a manilla envelope. It passed from hand to hand and made it’s way over to the office of Officer Bryant. He motioned the messenger to leave it on his desk and looked at it with a forbeoding stare. He placed out his hand where it lingered over the envelope briefly then moved it quickly to a pencil and started writing on a notepad. The man outside watched.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” he said. Officer Bryant looked up as the man closed the door and enetered into the office sitting down in the chair across from him.

“You shouldn’t be here, sir,” Officer Bryant commented. The man waved off the concern and motioned to the envelope.

“I think I have the right to know,” the man indicated. Officer Bryant picked up the maila envelope and broke the confidential seal which kept it’s secrets. He glided his hand passed the opening and pulled out the sole sheet of paper inside. He sighed and lowered the paper staring at the man whith grief.

“I see,” the man started. “It’s a match then?” the man confirmed. Officer Bryant shook his head. Of all the things he hated about his job this had to be one of them. DNA dosen’t lie and this DNA had been splayed all over the place. “If they ask let them know. About this only, I mean,” the man continued. Officer Bryant shook his head as he watched the man nod his appreciation and leave Officer Bryant in his quite office.

Helena was starring. House arrest, she thought. And this was being courteous. They had every right to lock me away. I’m there cheif suspect. I inherited everything. I had the most to gain. I lost my mother. Mum… where did you go? When I find out who took you away…. This isn’t the same. You came back from Sweden, from Switzerland, from the riviera but this, oh mum, this you’re not coming back from are you?

Alice had been watcing Helena for days. Harold had been over briefly to pay his respects to his family friend which seem to cheer her up a little. He told Alice that she loved Ferrero Rocher and handed her a box to give to her when she was, a little less occupied. He left Alice’s key by the door, bade another call to Helena good day, and left before disapearing in a yellow cab. Alice stared at the box of chocolates and then back to Helena. When was she going to be less occupied anyway?