A gloved hand ran a finger from the demolished church, to City Hall. The previous night, forty more bodies had appeared dead. Their bodies were in tact, but the same lack of physical evidence suggested something beyond professional.
The thought crossed his mind again. Diana would know.
In blinding speed, the shadow pressed a button atop the right-corner of the screen. Then, the electronic journal repeated the bizarre case.
"Case #02-043: Niccolai Tsepish, the Mad Monk. Leader of the Brotherhood."
In grim detail, it spat out the ritualistic murders...
...the attempted death of Julie Madison...
...and the analysis of the remains of the Monk's corpse, and the supernatural elements which surrounded the investigation.
...the castle, the wolves, the wounds on the victims' necks.
Long minutes passed, and the screen turned off. The thing in the costume turned and looked at her. It silently asked a question, knowing Diana would be perhaps the most educated person to give a response.
The beast took no comfort from the probable response.