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Chapter 2: The Insane Hear Voices, the Sane are Deaf

Angela opened the door of the care and walked in, sighing as she brushed a strand of hair out of here eyes. Glancing around she noticed that Constantine wasn't there. "Figures…" she muttered to herself, sitting down at a corner table.

A smiling waitress come up and took her order, pausing a moment to chat. However, she stopped talking when the bell above the door rang and John Constantine entered. Angela looked up at the frozen look on the waitress's face and couldn't help but smile. John was incredibly good looking, but his attitude and courtesy were a bit lacking. Not to mention he hunted demons, but she found that more exciting than scary.

"Is he looking for you?" the waitress whispered to her with a giggle, breaking Angela out of her revere.

"Yes, he's meeting me," she said quietly back to the waitress, slightly annoyed at being caught staring.

"You're the lucky on," she said with a smirk and hurried off to get Angela her cup of coffee.

John sat down as she left and looked over at Angela with calculating eyes. She wasn't the kind of person to randomly call you up for a lunch date, there was something going on and she knew it. It probably had something to do with an exorcism since she had called him in particular.

Angela broke the silence and his thoughts and began. "John, a case was called in last night a out a drunk being murdered in her own apartment. It was the normal procedure, except there was something different about her body, something that a normal human wouldn't do." She dug into a bag that was sitting beside her chair and pulled out a yellow file, sliding it to him across the table.

"I have some pictures here that I think you might be able to help me with," she finished. John nodded and opened the file revealing glossy photos of the woman's corpse. His eyes narrowed slightly at the hole in her throat, disregarding everything else but that.

"You think this had something to do with a demon," he said, stating it as a comment more than just a question.

"What do you think?" she asked as the waitress came back with her coffee and handed a second cup to John.

"Well," he paused to take the coffee. "I think that this woman was possessed before she died and a demon chewed it's way through out of her throat. Do you have anyone in custody?"

Angela frowned. This was where it became complicated. "Yes… we do," she said quietly.

"Who got charged with it this time?" Constantine asked, a bored note clearly in his voice.

"A 1-year-old girl by the name of Aerin Kensington. She was picked up at the apartment complex with the victim's blood on her hands and clothing. She's been protesting that she had nothing to do with this murder, but the police chief doesn't buy it. They had a psychiatrist in early this morning at the stating and he did a few tests on her. Apparently she's been diagnosed as 'disturbed' with severe depression, schizophrenia, and an unhealthy obsession with death, heaven, and hell." She looked up at John for a moment to see his reaction to all of this.

"I was already called crazy before," he said shortly. "Let me guess, they locked her up in that hell-hole of a mental institute. Something tells me that this girl knew that woman was possessed. Any chance of her being charged with something like self-defense?"

Angela shook her head. "They want this cleared up as soon as possible. I think that they're going to pin it on this girl, but she won't get jail time. She's going to be locked up in insane asylums for a very long time if my superiors have their way." Her frown deepened. The justice system had ceased to be entirely fair a long time ago, but she had seen the look on Aerin's face when confronted with the image of the victim. It had been one of genuine pain and suffering.

She took a sip of her coffee and then continued. "They won't take the ramblings of priests in their investigation either. If the dead woman really was possessed, they won't believe it. At the moment that's the only proof I have that she wasn't involved with this murder.

John leaned back. "So you don't think she did it?"

"I doubt it," Angela responded "I don't think that she's quite capable of murdering out of just cold blood. I have a feeling that there's more to this than what's coming to the surface."

"All right," Constantine said. "Let me see the pictures and I'll pay Midnite a visit to see what's going on in the Underworld. I think you're right, there's something going on." He took the folder and stood up.

"Oh," he said suddenly, "Is she allowed visitors?"

"I'm not sure but I think so," the police-woman said cautiously. "Why?"

"I might send Chas over," the exorcist said. "He's pretty good with people and he might get something out of her that the police didn't. Not to mention it'll get him to shut up about letting him help me." He smirked fondly. "I'm going to get out of here now, I have some work to do."

"Right," Angela nodded "I'll give you a call tonight and tell you if I've gotten any information on the case."

"I'll be looking forward to it," John snickered. He stood up with the file, and left the café.

"So will I," Angela smiled, "so will I."

TBC...

Sorry, another short chapter. Chapter 3 is coming soon. Review please, and hope you liked it!

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