"Honestly, I wish you'd stop trying to get my attention like this. It's become embarrassing."
"Yes, because bleeding profusely reeks of desperation."
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In which Constance Blackthorn stumbles...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN "Sed lex dura lex — the Law is hard, but it is the Law..."
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Before heading to Central Park to investigate the sudden faerie death, the girls had activated their mendelin runes which concealed them from the eyes of mundanes.
When they arrived, the body was hidden behind a field of three-foot-tall grass near Turtle Pond. Isabelle led Connie through the invisible glamour that encircled the area around the body to avoid commotion from the humans.
"Woah," Connie exhaled, glancing back at the glamour. "Feels like I just stepped through a bowl of Jello."
"You get used to it," Isabelle smiled. Her eyes danced around the field before locating the body. "Here he is."
Isabelle squatted down in front of him and, with her gloved hand, picked up his arm to inspect his wrist — both had been slit. Then she leaned forward, turning his head to the side as a large gash resided on the side of his throat.
"Well, his neck and wrists were slit, but I'm not certain that was the cause of death," she said while pulling out some forensic gear. She used a cotton swab to collect a bit of the dried blood on his throat. "Looks like it happened afterward."
"Isn't that what happened to that warlock in Paris?" Connie asked while pacing the compact area.
"It is, which is why I brought this," Isabelle pulled a small device from her jacket's inner pocket. It was a metal-and-plastic contraption that looked a lot like a cellphone.
Connie lifted a brow. "And that is?"
"A sensor," Isabelle clicked a button on the side and began scanning the body. "It picks up demon frequencies, like a radio."
"A demonic shortwave," Connie commented.
Isabelle chuckled. "Yes, basically."
The short wire atop the sensor immediately started glowing white, pulsing rapidly. "Looks like we've got a demon to track down," she said. "We'll need to take the body back to the Institute and run some tests to see what kind we're dealing with."
"Shouldn't we look around first, track which way the demon might've gone?" Connie questioned.
"Here," Isabelle tossed her the sensor which she easily caught. "You do that while I call for backup."
"Don't have to tell me twice," Connie grinned. The demon-hunting part sounded much more exciting than the dreary forensics.
Just as she was about to leave the glamoured area, Isabelle stopped her. "Wait, give me your arm."
