"If it's a spell," Ianto continued on, shooting Owen a warning sort of look, "it'll have something to do with this." A photograph was pulled out of one of the files and held out to Tonks, first. It was a sort of stone altar type of thing, odd script cut into the worn stone. "I wouldn't know how to go about looking for a spell on it."
Ianto leaned, just a bit, against Jack's leg and stretched out an arm to flip through a notebook, blue eyes flickering over his notes. "Some of the people who turn up remember dying," he told Tonks. "That's what Owen's referring to." Though why he was blaming Jack, Ianto didn't know. Line of duty and all that.