At that, Chris got up and came over to inspect the spot that Rush had pointed out. He looked at the surrounding books, but nothing of their organization told him what could have been where it no long was. He glanced around the room, eyes catching on a few pictures of friends, family and get-togethers. He stood back and pulled out his phone, tilting it up toward the bookshelf to snap a picture. There had to be plenty of them in evidence already, but Chris liked working with his own tools and it would be easier to compare them later.

"She had a cell phone, right? Think I read one was entered into evidence," he said by way of explaining himself. Plenty of technology had gone back to the precinct, actually, considering how much peoples' toys watched them without their realizing. That would take time to process, just as the autopsy would take time, too. Right now, Chris wanted to follow the lead they may have just found before it got even colder. He started to form a text while he occasionally glanced up at Rush. "Think it might have just been a casualty of the struggle?"