Hands resting lightly on the steering wheel, Amon drove along the dark winding roads, staring at the water droplets slowly beginning to streak across the windshield. He glanced momentarily at the rearview mirror, and then quickly averted his eyes from the sight of Robin, sitting quietly in the backseat, staring at hands folded neatly in her lap. Just barely holding in the sigh that wanted to escape him, Amon caught sight of the sight of the most recent killing.
It was a rundown old building, several stories high with its white paint peeling off to reveal the dull gray stone beneath. It seemed to reek of death. Opening the door and climbing slowly out of the car, Amon started for the building, not waiting for Robin to follow. She simply gave the building one quick, slightly uneasy glance, before exiting the car to trail slowly behind Amon.
The inside of the building was no more impressive than the outside, Amon saw, as he cautiously pushed the door open. They were in a long dark corridor, their feet stirring up the dust layered thickly on the ground. The police had told them that the body was down this hallway, in a room to the right. Passing through the hall, Amon's eyes caught a patch of gray sunlight illuminating a pile of rubble that lay through a crumbling doorway on his left. The now pouring rain seemed to have formed a makeshift waterfall, weak currents flowing into the desolate room. Since the room it led to could only be in the center of the building, it appeared that the ceiling must have caved in, letting the dim shaft of light break through with its tributaries of rain.
Amon and Robin then reached the room described by the police, and just as expected, a black body bag lay in one of the dark corners. Getting right down to business, they inspected the body; combining their own conclusions with those of the doctors who had performed the autopsy, and attempting to formulate an accurate idea of the witch's powers that had caused the victim's death. From their current standpoint, it seemed obvious that the witch had a type of telekinetic ability. With the help of Michael's hacking, they had been able to find out that at each of the murder sites, there had been varying degrees of damage done to the buildings surrounding it. And considering this particular building's current shape compared to a few days previous, the witch was very powerful. The witch must not have reached full strength yet, thought Amon, remembering back to the collapsed ceiling in the room down the hall. They probably tried to bring down the whole building on their victim's head, but didn't have enough power to do it. Well, at least that was somewhat comforting. Whatever their power, the witch was obviously long gone, and remaining here looking at a lifeless corpse wasn't doing any good.
"We've found out all we can for now. Let's go," Amon said shortly. Lately he had been saying many things shortly, trying to avoid saying too much by saying almost nothing at all. Robin made no comment, just followed him to his car.
After another seemingly endless drive of awkward silence, Amon watched mutely as Robin walked to her apartment door, lost to him in the torrents of rain.
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