That's So Wizard

Chapter 35 - Pointy Ears

When the police car pulled up in front of the cemetery, there were already men at the scene studying the situation. It wasn't a large investigation, but tape was pulled around the entrance gates, and a couple of the men were taking notes. The door of the car pushed open, but the man who stepped out looked nothing like the rest of the police.

He had short, blonde hair, and the smoothest pale skin. He sported a dark suit, a bowler hat, and over his shoulder was a jet black umbrella. Following behind him, also from within the car, were two young woman who wrapped their eager arms around his shoulders as he gazed upon the scenario before him.

The man smiled. But it was no ordinary grin, because the teeth of an ordinary gentleman don't cause the women around them to swoon.

"Mr. Jackson," the closest cop motioned. "I don't know what you know, but it looks like some punks might have set off firecrackers throughout the graveyard. A couple coffins were dug up though, so we're still trying to figure that out. The bodies are missing."

In response, the dashing man rose a hand in the air. With his other, he brought the umbrella down, and wrapped his fingers around the hook to lean it like a cane.

"Please," he finally spoke. "Call me Noah. And if you don't mind, I'd like to see it for myself."

"All right, Noah. The women have to stay here."

He nodded. With his free hand, he pulled the constricting arms off his body and set them aside. He smiled, and with a single look, the two ladies knew, but they were ultimately left blushing and speechless. Then, he followed the cop into the crime scene.

One of the policemen left behind whispered, "So what's with that guy?" to another.

"Don't know why we need his help either," the other replied.

"So why's he here?"

"The chief said he had no choice. He was sent here by someone above him."

"Above the chief?"

"Yeah. Guess this guy is a big deal. People say he sees things that everyone else misses. Maybe that's why he has his own groupies."

"I wish I had that."

One of the girls yelled out, "Go solve that crime, Noah~!"

The two made it to the center of the cemetery. It was quiet, despite the odd car's engine zooming by in the background, or the single shouting of one of his fan girls. Noah's eyes were oddly focused. He tipped up his cap, gazed to the sky, and let out a lengthy exhale.

"Firecrackers? Yeah. Right," he whispered.

"What is it?" the cop asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking."

He continued on. Kneeling to the soil, he followed the trails of singed grass, foot prints, and small craters caused by peculiar impacts. He looked to the unnaturally dug up graves, and the opened but empty coffins. Finally, when he stood up straight once again, a shining and excited grin stretched up his cheeks.

"Finally," he mumbled. "Another one."

The cop frowned. "You going to let me in on anything?"

"There was definitely more than one person here last night. I'm afraid I can't explain further right now. I need to go, immediately. I'm going to have a lot of work on my hands here in Edmonton. More work than I've had in a long time."

They made their way back out once again. In his short absence, the crowd had already grown exponentially. It seemed like his presence was discovered. A van from the local news team was present, and a gentleman was present and prepared with a microphone in-hand.