Re: Marvel, SVS office→Staten Island: Louis D & Cris M
Louis looked at the corpse, his hand still pressed against his chest. The dead man had left almost nothing behind, only a skeleton and a legacy of abuse. He listened while Cris spoke, eyes still on the body, noting the cleanliness of the white bone where it showed through the skin in spots. It was eerie, more like seeing a ghost than any corpse he could remember.
"They could have," he said, slowly. It was an eventually he'd known they would have to face one day working in this city, but so soon? Still, how else could anything explain this?
"It could still have been a personal acquaintance, someone he abused or who knew the girl, but with the ability to do...this," he said, gesturing to the tiny locust in the clear plastic bag. "It's not difficult to imagine what a boon it would be to someone looking for vengeance, that kind of power. Just having it could push an otherwise normal person over the edge and make them violent. Someone who wouldn't be comfortable with a knife or a gun, but who something like this might not feel real for. There's a distance to it." He tipped his head. "A neatness, almost. No physical contact or proximity required. But it's gruesome. If he was alive, it's painful. I can't believe this was an elaborate method of destroying the body. There's purpose to something so specific. A punishment." He shrugged his shoulders, feeling the muscles in them tighten. "It reminds me a bit of The Divine Comedy. Specific punishment for a specific transgression."