His body was in the door way, it looked like he was trying to cross the threshold and failing, part of his skin had melted off and puddled underneath the body, one arm was outstretched trying to grab someone? Something? The guard had at least sectioned off the hallway from the onlookers, it at least kept the death scene preserved as morbid as that sounds. Other than his face melting off he looked okish, but I'm sure that the whole facing melting off thing was a deal breaker for the dead man.
"Was it magic?
"Only if the wife's maiden name was Morley."
"What?" I said that under my breath, I had partially forgotten that Morley had become an arms dealer himself, and thus a respectable businessman (because who is more respected than the man who makes your bullets?)
"No I don't think this was magic, this looks more like a poison." I actually had no idea, I mean there wasn't a magical residue here, but this could have just as easily been any number of necromancies that don't leave one (because necromancy uses your life force against you to kill you, so the only power that remains is that which animated you in the first place, normally, there are ways to use necromancy that leaves a very distinct mark, but that was also missing).
"Well we're looking for the wife, but she's missing, you were my only other suspect, but talking with people in the neighborhood and your office, they haven't seen you anywhere near the victim except when he apparently asked for help." It was nice prior to him asking me if I killed this guy he had already made sure I didn't.
"So I'm free to go?"
"Yeah don't go far though, I still haven't exactly written you off here." Because Dupont doesn't understand magic he fears it, but I understand magic and so I knew I needed another more informed opinion. That of a witch, because if someone knows the cross over between magic and poison it would be a witch. And thankfully there was a witch in town.
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