I rummage through the drawer. Its empty.
I sigh. God, where is it? Annoyed, I accidentally let go of the drawer.
CRASH- The drawer rolls off it's structure and falls on the ground. I wince at the noise and quickly pick it up. I hear something hit the side and a loud thump. I move the drawer to my left hand and sure enough, hear a sliding noise. Suspicious, I put the box back onto the floor and place my hand inside. I move it around the surface and my hand hits the edge. There's a small crack on the side. I pry my fingers around it and gently pull on it. With a gentle "pop", the fake bottom comes off. I look inside and see my prize- the box from yesterday.
Without wasting any time, I open it. There's a small heart-shaped locket wrapped in a velvet cloth. Trying not to mess up the beautiful arrangement, I gingerly pick up the locket and place it in my palm. The engravings are rustic yet so elegant. I almost feel bad sneaking into Tara's personal space. Yet, I can't seem to put it down.
I open the locket- Much to my surprise, there's a small drawing inside. It's a detailed pencil sketch of an eagle. What is with Tara and eagles? Who gave this to her? I inspect it further and find small dents and scratches. The chain the locket is on is worn out of extensive usage. I turn it around and look at the surface. Barely visible are the words, "Your eagle girl" carved into the metal. Why did someone give this to her all of a sudden?
I expected my confusion to be cleared but now I have many more doubts. I trace the heart with my finger and find myself drawn to the locket. I hear the doorbell ring and stuff the locket back to it's original place. I tuck the folds in and put it back into the drawer. I close the closet without making any noise and rush to answer the door.
Tara and Tyler are standing outside, Tara has a coffee in her hands while Tyler is tugging on his hair. They both look stressed. I open the door to let them in. Tara walks in and collapses onto the couch, her coffee on the table. Tyler paces the room and takes a sip from her mug.
"Is everything okay?" I ask, concerned. Tara lets out a sigh and Tyler stops pacing.
"Just a pretty tough case that's really hard to crack." She huffs and taps her pen against the counter. Tyler sits down and clenches and unclenches his fist.
"Can I help you?" I try to be as useful as possible. Maybe I can't help with the case but if she needs some moral support so some help around the house or even just a hug...
"I really want to punch someone. You up?" Tyler glares at me.
"Uhm- No thanks..." I say as Tara pinches him.
"How about all of us take our mind off things?" She offers. Tyler shrugs but helps her up.
"What do you wanna do?" I ask.
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