After a few hours of walking their beat Calleigh and Frank found their ways back to the precinct building. At this time it had become late enough in the evening that suddenly Calleigh and Frank’s stomachs made growling gurgling sounds in unison. The noise caused them both to laugh as they entered the building. The precinct hadn’t gotten any quieter but it also hadn’t gotten any louder either, thankfully. Frank turned to Calleigh, “Anything specific you’d want for dinner this evening?” Calleigh mused for a moment before replying, “No, honestly at this point anything food is welcome.” It was just at that same time that a tall, young, lanky officer walked out of the break room with a sandwich half in his mouth. The trio stared at each other for a moment rather awkwardly before the lanky young officer, whose name was Larry, stepped to the side to allow the other 2 through never removing the sandwich from his mouth and also never seeming to actually take a bite in the process. 

     In the break room were two plates piled with sandwiches with a note from the local deli expressing their appreciation at the recent apprehension of a thief that had robbed them. A couple of the officers had caught the thief and returned the stolen items. Calleigh and Frank looked at each other and nodded, then both grabbed a sandwich and began scarfing them down.

     After lunch the rest of Calleigh's shift sped by with paperwork and reports to work on. As her shift came to an end the sun was just starting to set on the horizon. Thankfully she had a sizeable stack of papers that were related to training that she had to take with her that evening. So she was able to slip the envelope of photos into the center and sneak them out of the precinct without notice. Calleigh breathed a shallow sigh of relief as she continued down the street toward the address Modeus had given her the night before. She wasn’t sure what Modeus might be able to see in the photos, but she hoped more than anything he could shed some light on this situation. At this point they still hadn’t the slightest lead or break in the case so far.

For Modeus the morning had not been forgiving of his all night working venture. Once he opened the bookstore for the day there had been a small handful of customers in and out of the shop looking for books. A couple were there to put in an order for repairs of much loved books that were beginning to show their age. The usually quiet atmosphere of the bookstore seemed unusually steady and slightly more chaotic than normal and Modeus was quite exhausted by the time evening rolled around. As he saw the last customer out the door he had never been more thankful than now to turn the open sign to its closed designation. He then took his time putting out the fire and the lamps before heading out for the night and back to the quiet of his home. The walk from the bookstore to where he lived, which wasn’t far, just a ten minute walk as his home was about a mile up the lane that ran behind the bookstore. Most people who visited probably didn’t notice the lane even existed because the main street coming out of town ended just in front of the bookstore itself before turning into a dirt road just a short way past.

     Once Mode got home he sighed and shed  his jabot and brooch and undid the first button of his shirt before hanging his glasses in the V made by the second button pulling the 2 shirt sides together before also undoing the cuffs of his shirt and rolling them up just above his elbows. He gave a tired sigh and walked into his kitchen and looked around as he went. His home wasn't a large one but it was comfortable enough for him. It had the modest kitchen at the back with a good sized pantry to one side, with a foyer at the front. On the right side of the foyer was a sitting room and on the opposite side was the dining room.

At the back of the foyer before stepping into the kitchen was a small stairway that led upstairs at the end of the landing of the stairs was the washroom and water closet. To the left of the landing was Mode's bedroom and to the right was a second bedroom. Most would use this secondary room for guests but Mode had not even considered entertaining anyone in well over a few hundred years and he'd only had the house for the past one hundred and fifty. Though the house was aged and there was a good layer of dust on the walls impressively the paper still clung to them as if it had just been hung. Through most of Mode's house it looked as though time had stopped due to the collection of dust similar to the top shelves of his store. Save a single high backed chair in the sitting room that sat by the fireplace where Mode spent the better portion of his evenings. On this particular evening he was in the kitchen pouring a special mixture of Redwing and rabbit's blood into a longstemed wine glass when suddenly there was a knocking on his front door. He'd nearly forgotten that Calleigh was supposed to come by.