I found Detective asleep on their bed, with a blanket barely covering them.
Sighing, I turned to the bulletin board. Something had changed since I’d woken up, but what?
My eyes scanned every bit of evidence, until they fell upon a new item hanging from a pushpin.
Her ring.
A simple iron work, a small band with a silver moon attached.
It was far from perfect. The edges of the shape were jagged and sharp, and it would impale skin if it touched.
Nevertheless she wore it every day, embracing the cuts and scars that came with it. Not even bothering to file it down or sand the piece.
I slipped it onto my left ring finger. At this point I didn’t really care if Detective yelled at me for taking the evidence, the only way they could have retreieved it was direct contact with the killers.
And they were alive, so I supposed that was evidence enough.
Little snippet from T1AOE and my book :> inspired by Ayy-imma-ninja (on tumblr) Moonlit_Dreams and Mag_Le_Shark_Bean (both on AO3) And their murder au!! :]