Ford made his way towards Selene’s apartment, careful to not disturb any evidence. He made his way forward, sliding beneath the yellow police tape and taking a look around. He began at the front of the apartment, scanning the pictures she had hung up of her and Gia and their adventures. One had her standing in front of the White House while another was at a concert with an unknown talent behind her. The officer couldn’t help but smirk as Selene’s smile-even in picture form, was contagious. He continued forth, hoping for some sign of evidence that was perhaps missed by the other officers. He combed over every piece of mail with leather gloves to not leave any fingerprints. He found nothing but unpaid bills, junk mail, and a letter from a distant relative to Gia. As he furthered his search,
