The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

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Jacob's spent a good hour just staring down at the report. He's trying to fully comprehend what he's looking at as compared to the evidence. He and the team had come up with some semblance of what they thought had happened. However, the little, pink sticky note attached to the file caused that theory to crumble at the edges almost immediately. 

"Female DNA in the bite mark." He says with no context as he saunters into the room. He scribbles it on the board and draws a direct line to the image.

"Male DNA on the cups." Jessica informs him, popping up from the table to give him the file before going back to her seat. He scribbles that down as well.

"Someone was freaky." He hears Eric mumble before turning to Mike who has a giant grin on his face. They nod in unison.

"Or, maybe," Angela emphasizes, head snapping towards the two to get their attention, "she got into an altercation of some kind."

"Did any of the witnesses have anything to say?" Jacob asked and watched as Eric and Mike scrambled to look for where they'd taken their statements.

"The people who were dining at the restaurant said that she entered with a male figure. They say he was African American, long hair, brown eyes. We put out the description and sketch of him." She finishes. Jacob takes a copy of the image and places it on the board.

"We were able to pull an image of him from the security camera as well." Eric states, holding up the image which Jacob places next to the sketch. "It's been circulating for the pass twenty-four hours. The staff in the back said that they hadn't noticed anything unusual."

"Is there any footage that shows the actual table?" Jacob asks, eyes scanning over what they had so far. It seemed like a lot that was amounting to absolutely nothing.

"No, the cameras only show the front where the waiter meets them to be seated and there is a shot of the parking lot."

"The waiter specifically working with that table did notice that the man was being a bit odd." Mike started, squinting at his notes, "He was sniffing the air a lot."

"Maybe he had allergies." Angela dismisses the statement.

"He was also scowling and growling at people." Mike finishes.

"Okay, that's not entirely normal..." Angela concedes.

"Maybe he thinks he's some sort of animal" Eric quips and Mike makes a face. They chuckle at one another. Their eyes linger for a little too long.

"Or, maybe he's a weird guy who's overprotective." Jessica provides as a counterargument.

He pulls out the ME's report, flipping through it as if he hadn't read it eight times. 

"No other signs of abuse. No bruising, no healed wounds." He closes the report. "Yet, he smashes her into a table, killing her."

"Seems unlikely." Angela adds, flipping through her own copy.

"Does the camera catch anyone at the front walking in after them?" Jacob asks and watches as Eric scrambles to pull up the footage on the laptop. He slows it down when the two walk into the restaurant. He turns it so that Jacob can see it and then hits the space bar on the keyboard.

They walk in and the waiter guides them to their table. Then, there are a couple more customers, but they head to the opposite end of restaurant and are seated in more visible areas. About ten minutes into the footage, and a blonde man walks in, talks to the person working the front desk, and he's led back to that area.

"Who's the blonde?" Eric spins it around quickly, before frowning in disappointment once he realizes it's a guy.

Mike glances over at him, smile not quite reaching his eyes as it had before, as he bumps his elbow into Eric's side.