I Was a Teenage Necromancer

Chapter 6- Diabolic Designs

An hour later, the detective was sitting at the desk, shaking her head and reeling at the knowledge she'd been presented with.

"So. You're a necromancer. And behind all those disturbances at the cemetery." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't arrest me for that, thanks." Scot said nonchalantly.

"You do realize you've already broken about fifty laws and I could put you away for a very long time, minor or not, right?" Cross said, and Scott snorted.

"I don't care about the second law of thermodynamics, what makes you think mortal laws fare any better?" he dismissed. "Besides, I don't think you're that stupid."

"Glad to see the newer generation has so much confidence." Cross sighed.

"Scott, stop teasing her." Amber said, and turned to the older woman. "And, Mrs. Cross? Miss Cross?"

"Detective Cross." she corrected.

"Right. Detective, I know this is hard to take in. I can still hardly believe it, and I died two weeks ago. But we need your help to catch the killer. It's the only way to get my heart back."

"With which you'll use to do the impossible and bring her back to life." Cross shook her head and looked down. "Can you really do it? Really bring someone back to life?" she asked quietly.

"As sure as the stars shine I can." Scott replied, grinning. "I'm probably the only one in the world who can. And I don't plan on making a habit out of it. As I said before, the only reason I'm doing it for her is because she's paying me, and I'm not in a financial position to refuse that right now."

"Jesus, kid." Cross downed the last of her ice-cold coffee, and grimaced at the taste. "Okay. I hate to say this, but I won't arrest you for...anything you've already done. They'd probably laugh me off the force anyway." she muttered to herself. "Provided that you and the girl inform us of everything you know that pertains to the investigation, and promise that you won't go graverobbing in the future."

"Right, I promise you won't find out about any more graverobbing." Scott said and nodded solemnly. Cross opened her moth to protest, but closed it immediately, having got a sense of his personality over the last couple of hours. 'Stubborn as a bull and twice as arrogant. Ugh. Just deal with it later.' she thought to herself.

"Whatever. Right then, Amber. I don't suppose you got a look at the guy?" Cross asked hopefully.

"Sorry. I was grabbed from behind, I didn't really see anything." she said sheepishly.

"Great." Cross cradled her head in her hands. "Even the victim doesn't know who this guy is."

"I do have a question though, Detective Cross. My death was reported, but not the fact that my heart was taken. Do you know why that is?" Amber asked. Cross growled.

"That bugged me too. Turns out it was a joint decision by the mayor and Chief Mason. They decided to withhold that information, 'to prevent widespread panic among the populace.' Makes sense I guess, but I don't like it and I'm not in a position to argue. And we still don't know why this Jack the Ripper knockoff is taking them, again."

"Oh, that's easy." Scott piped up. Cross and Amber turned to him.

"You know? Is this the theory you were talking about earlier?" Amber asked.

"Right. Detective, didn't you wonder how there was no forensic evidence at the crime scenes? That's not humanly possible, even for the best assassins, at least consecutively like this. That means we're dealing with something not of a human power. The Necronomicon doesn't deal with just raising the dead. It touches on all forms of magic, including forbidden rituals to sacrifice hearts to otherworldly beings in exchange for power." Both Cross and Amber's eyes went wide.