Michael had gone to the crime scene, and he'd prowled around on it. The aurors couldn't very well argue with his ID and his credentials, except to tell him not to contaminate it. He had talked with a couple of younger aurors about the so-called evidence, and it actually surprised him. It wasn't what he had expected to find.
In the tunnels, they had found a custom made black leather jacket belonging to Angus, and a case of some of the very finest red wine--some bottles full and some empty--and they had all come from the Donohue vineyards. And then, the most damning piece of all was the murder weapon--one of Angus's own switchblade knives. Michael wanted to talk to Angus. He wanted to know where Angus had kept the knives and where the jacket had come from. How had someone gotten it? Did it connect with Suzanne, or was there some new nonsense going on? The evidence was more than circumstantial now, except that Angus still had an iron tight alibi--the deputy minister of magic had been awake and with Angus all night long.
Michael and Robert arrived back at Angus's at just about the same time. They had apparated in and they stood outside for a few minutes talking very quietly, sharing their findings with each other first before they broke it to the others. This was not going to be something that Robert was going to undo just by undoing a warrant. This time, they needed to clear his name.
Robert and Michael came inside, and Edward saw that one of them had learned some grim news indeed.
"I cannot undo the warrant without enough evidence to clear Angus," Robert said. "The warrant was signed by the minister himself, so to undo this, we have to clear him of this."
"That isn't going to be a quick and simple matter," Michael said. "I just came from the Tyler property. They do have some evidence, but it doesn't make sense to me. I don't think this can be Suzanne's doing. I don't know who is behind it, but I really don't think we're looking at Suzanne. Edward, does Angus have a custom made black leather jacket."
"Well, he's got that duster...." Edward began.
"No. A jacket. A black leather bomber jacket, custom made for him with his name on the inside, right on the inside pocket..."
"Oh! Yes. He does have one like that," Edward said. "Hasn't worn it in years, though. That was what he wore on missions before he got the duster. I think it's in his closet in his room at my house."
"Not anymore. They found it in the tunnels, along with a case of barolo wine from your vineyard..."
"The hell you say," Edward scowled now, angry.
"Oh, I'm very serious. I saw it myself. There was a case, and five of the bottles had been emptied. And--there's one more thing. Does Angus own any switchblades?"
"Yes, he has several. They're locked up in my weapons cabinet in Tuscany."
"You need to go check. I'm betting you there's one missing. It was the murder weapon."
"Somebody's trying to set him up," Robert said. "The saving grace in it, if there is one, is that I was here with him all night."