"Thanks, Grace," he smiled, relieved. His hands were way more tied than hers since she was Sheriff, but the shit happening in his town was starting to get personal.
"No prints," he said, tapping one of the salt-circle photos, "Someone scuffed the circle in a few places here, but not enough for the lab guys to get a print. It's all cleaned up now. The woman who runs The Experience, Isabel Fane, she about blew her goddamn top over it. She was out for blood."
She was a terrifying little dynamo, and he had been more than happy when she stalked off, click-clacking her way to a car that had no business driving the barely-plowed streets of Babylon. He had felt pretty awful for her assistant to - he hadn't even caught her name.
"The ash was pretty messed up. Nobody could figure it out, except that maybe the guy had some kind of screwed up combustibles on him," Gus said, "But like I said, we're still waiting on analysis. Nobody's turned up as a missing person lately, so it's not high priority, and we're backwater to the boys in blue."
He used to be one of those boys in blue, and it irked him more than a little bit to be shelved just because it was a small town situation.
"So you're thinking it's a message," Gus said, "To who? Fane? Because I'm pretty sure she took it personally."