James, frustrated at his lack of success at wooing this girl, went back to his desk and sat thinking. He was looking around the station when he spotted a statue in the room. With a jolt, he ran over to it. He yelled, “Whose statue is this?”
The whole force ignored him, like they always do, so he decided to examine the statue more carefully. It was a ceramic pink unicorn, one of those cheesy ones that were a fixture in every pre-teen girl’s bedroom from 1970 to 1985. The pink paint was faded and chipping off, and one of the unicorn’s legs was falling off. What threw James off was the horn. It was a combination of gold and silver, twisted into the shape of a horn. James figured it was worth a large sum of money.
“What’s that?” the chief said, frightening James.
“Oh, hey. You scared me. Whew. Umm, I don’t know what it is. It was just sitting here. But look at it – look at this horn – that’s pure gold and silver, not paint.”
“Wow. It’s quite interesting. Wait a minute! Quit touching that. It could be evidence! Maybe it’s one of Mr. Scrushy’s! Let’s take it to the lab for fingerprinting.” James and the chief walked down to the lab. The technicians took a fingerprint and put it through the computer. They matched James with one of the fingerprints, but found another fingerprint on the unicorn’s back. They ran it through and found that it had been handled by a woman, named Denise Grant. When James saw the picture, he almost died.