His flashing eyes darted back and forth- slicing through each line in the report. Unbelief bled out from his eyes to his face. Years of policing- months of training. and hundreds of hours on the job, could not have prepared him for the shocking report he was holding.
Straightening his spine, he leapt forward- easing away from the reclining chair till he was seated upright.
"This can't be right–" he mumbled- staring straight into the report; "–it can't be!"
And yet it was.
The report showed one thing- and hinted subtly at another.
'Preliminary report, and Forensic evidence reveals that traces of
necro-mana, has been detected in the mana of the alleged killer.
Further analysis also goes on to show. . .'
Tom's eyes trailed off.
"Necro-mana?" he echoed aloud;
"This better be a fuckin' joke. It's only found in dead bodies! How the heck did it end up at a crime scene where two live people had fought?!"
