The Delacours

thirty-two.

                The next morning, I heard my phone ringing in the distance. I had left it downstairs. I rushed downstairs to get it – it was Anna. I dialed her back.

"Liz," she said quickly.

"Anna."

"I haven't received your paperwork on Karen's rehabilitation."

"What paperwork? I didn't know there was paperwork."

"Liz, you have to fill out the corresponding paperwork for everything you do and send it to my assistant."

"No one ever said a thing about paperwork!" She sighed heavily.

"Why don't you take over Odette's office and she should have everything you need to send me over a copy of how you handled the situation. While you're at it, you're gonna need to fill out a death certificate for Odette, and I need a situation report on the fae fight and the wolf fight."

"Okay. I'll do my best..." I told everyone that I had to go Odette's old office and drove to Odette's house to grab the keys to her office. I opened the door to her office and was immediately met with a strong stench of stale air – it had been more than a few months that anyone had been in there, so I opened the window. The desk was covered in a layer of dust that I wiped clean. I opened a file cabinet in the corner and found empty file folders, but not the corresponding paperwork.

Looking through the drawers, I noticed that nothing in them was organized. The file folders themselves were in alphabetical order and neat, but the paperwork was everywhere. Deaths, creations, desiccations, ripper binges... if anyone had even so much as a thought to put a toe out of line, there was a file for it. But nothing was organized. I took all the pages out and put them on the desk. I figured now would be as good a time as any to properly organize them into the corresponding folders so that I could get an idea of how to fill out the paperwork for everything she needed.

I left out a copy of my own ripper binge so that I could follow it to fill out Karen's properly. Odette's script was almost too tight to read, but I managed.

Sheriff: Odette Delacour.

Jurisdiction: Massachusetts.

Offense: Ripper.

Date: February/March 2017.

Located: Putnam County, Georgia.

"Okay... I found Karen in a diner in Rhode Island. Shit, I need a pen..." I started to go through drawers in the desk, looking for a pen. I found one in the top middle drawer and copied what she wrote, making adjustments as necessary.

Procedure: Used lover to try and get to her. Sprayed with water. Starved.

"Okay, so I used the water thing. And then I starved her..." I wrote it down.

Humans Alerted? No.

Rehabilitated: Yes.

"I don't think so, and yeah, she was okay."

Is subject a repeat offender? Yes.

"No, I don't think so. I didn't see anything for her in here."

Likelihood to repeat offense? High.

"Gee, thanks Mom... Uh, I don't know. I guess she's pretty low on the spectrum." She signed her name at the bottom. I did the same, realizing I hadn't signed my name as "Liz Delacour" in a long time. I walked over to a scanner and put it through the machine, sending it to Anna's assistant. I filed the paperwork in its proper location. "Okay... death certificate... I don't know if saw any of those..." I searched through the papers, but I didn't find anything in the file cabinets. There were a few more drawers in the desk that I tugged at. I heard a knock at the door, and got up to check. It was Aria.