Adrian had never been so glad for the quill that Stephen had bought him until now, muttering notes and hearing the scritch of the quill writing his words down as Cass and him wrote a brief on the body, the written evidence able to show more detail that of the photos.
He stepped back, letting Cormac put the Portkey on the body and watching it disappear. "Do we clean up here? The man supposedly hasn't had direct contact with his attackers, a spell would slash the neck and push him into that wall. And..." He looked at the notes. "No fingerprints around the wound."