WHAT: Closer/Stinger for Case Sierra Alpha 95
WHERE: Salem mostly
RATING: PG
After it was all said and done, there was nothing left to do but go back to New York City.
Brigid Playfer had casually strolled out of the Federal Building and quickly made it out of Salem. There was no trail to follow. Although the aurors continued to work around the clock for the next twenty-four hours. Alongside the vetted local authorities, they scoured all crime scenes, tracing any bits of magic they could find, and still found nothing. The trail wasn’t just cold, it was frigid.
Playfer’s house had nothing of value. The abandoned building Frank the Pirate used was nothing more than a den for a bored twenty year old. Not even Alistair Sterling could find trace of Brigid.
Twenty-five hours after Ariel had used stupefy to kill an innocent witch, the media descended. What had happened quickly became public knowledge - the double murder, the laced beers getting into no-maj hands, the recurrent violations of the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy and especially the event on October 21, rumors of a new powerful and dangerous spell, not to mention the vast failings of the department to not apprehend the criminal Brigid Playfer, but how they had been manipulated so easily and one of their own killed an innocent woman while in auror custody.
The one small kernel of hope came thirty-eight hours later when Bobby Dedworth finally woke up.
Dedworth confessed to his dalliances with the beer and his presence at the Adler apartment the night of the murder. He had broke down in tears at that part in the story. “I was just so far in over my head. All I wanted was to let people have a good time.”
And then, one-by-one, the aurors made their ways back to NYC, heads hung low. There would be no celebrations or revels, just more work to be done and further fall out to mitigate.