Stop That Document! (Open)

Edward sat at the table, sunlight streaming in the window. It was a fairly nice day, although windy. The wind ruffled through his hair like fingers- and also ruffled through his papers. He had to use paperweights to keep his papers on the desk. Edward had a big court case coming up; some criminal had gotten themselves into a lot of trouble. They'd stolen a lot of things (why? Edward couldn't even guess. Everything in the city was free- why steal it?) and now their bad deeds had caught up to them. Right now they were in prison, finally caught after the armed robbery of a store, and it was Edward's job to make sure they stayed there and rotted forever. He was the prosecutor, and he loved his job. Bringing criminals to justice... It was exhilarating. He made sure criminals got what they deserved. Without him, and other lawyers like him, it would be total anarchy (in his opinion, anyway). This criminal he was especially excited to put behind bars. Most crimes in the city were relatively little- a peach accidentally removed from a store, illegally cutting down a tree- and this would be one of his bigger cases. Right now he was examining his evidence. He had a gun, the gun the criminal had used after stealing it from somewhere. The gun would be useful although he wasn't sure he could prove it was the suspect's. The guy had worn (stolen) gloves, and although a few witnesses had seen him with a gun, this one wasn't too distinctive. And he had the burden of proof. It was a good thing he had better evidence then the weapon the thief had allegedly used. His second piece of evidence was a cucumber the suspect had been eating when he was captured. The bite marks and saliva on it had been identified as his, and this would be strong evidence. But the strongest piece was a folder filled with several pieces of rice paper, stolen of course, written on with alternating purple and blue letters. All of them were signed with the suspect's name. This was very good. It both strongly suggested the suspect's guilt in the last crime, but also linked him to the others. There were five notes, one from each of the five burglaries he was suspected of. Edward had marveled at the guy's idiocy in writing such distinctive notes. Had the notes not all said "this is a stick opp, geev me oil yo donutes!" With the exact same spelling issues and modes of delivery, it would have been harder to link them. This criminal truly wasn't too bright. He could have just asked for the 'donutes' or donuts, as Edward assumed he'd meant, as everything was free. This case would be so easy, he could probably just sit and chew gum the whole time, and the guy would be sentenced anyway.
Edward pulled one stick up note out of the paper clip and held it. He felt bad for the defense attorney. Because material nondisclosure could mean a mistrial, he had to reveal his evidence to the defense. Even though it was almost more merciful not to- the poor guy would probably break into tears. Placing the note in his copy machine, he ran off a copy and placed it inside the envelope he was going to send to the defense attorney. Placing the original letter back on top of the folder he grabbed a camera and snapped photos of the cucumber and the gun. He wrote a few notes, and a list of his witnesses, with their planned testimonies, on a sheet of paper. All he needed to do was print out the photos, and he'd have all his evidence ready to hand over.
Suddenly, a strong wind kicked up. The original note- oh no, he'd left it loose!- blew out the window and into the street. Edward sprinted out the door and into the road. By then the gust had picked his document up and was carrying it away. He chased it. Come back, little document, he thought, I need you for my case! He saw to his dismay that the sheet was blowing towards the busier part of town. He couldn't let it get trampled, or lost.
He had to catch that document!