Chapter 213: Other supernatural beings?

Erick was on his way to his cubicle when he saw the door to Murray's room was ajar. He tilted his head to the side, trying to peek in and saw his superior working hard at his table.

The murder case from the alley was still strong in his mind, especially when the dead was actually the same person that he had to investigate.

He took a deep breath to calm himself before changing his path, walking towards Murray's room. He knocked on Murray's opened door. "Hello sir. May I come in?" he asked politely.

Murray looked up when he heard the knock. His face brightened up a little when he saw his associate standing outside.

"Hey Erick, what's happening?" He greeted. "Come in, come in. Close the door behind you."

After Erick closed the door, he walked over and sat down on the seat Murray had gestured him to. Once the former had settled down, Murray linked his fingers together with his elbows on the table and leaned forward in his seat, asking Erick, "So what brings you here? Are you done with your research?"

Erick shook his head. Murray was surprised. He had thought he was done, hence why he wanted to see him.

"Then, what's wrong?" Murray asked, looking curious.

"I don't believe that I can continue on with the research."

With his brows furrowed, Murray became more confused. "What do you mean?" he asked again. "Why?"

"The man that you wanted me to investigate is dead," Erick answered abruptly.

Murray's eyes widened in shock as his mouth dropped open. He did not expect this kind of reasoning. "D-D-Dead?" he exclaimed. "How did he wind up dead??"

Erick quickly explained to Murray on what had been happening; his father's call to investigate a murder case in the alley and the coicidential investigation on the same man Murray wanted to look into. He did not mentioned about the mysterious and suspicious things in regards to the murder; how there was no blood.

After he was done explaining, Murray ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He really did not expect these things to happen. It seems like everything had gone haywired on him.

"Sir," Erick began as he placed his elbows on top of his knees, leaning closer to his superior. "May I know why you asked me to investigate that man?" he asked. "Is there something going on?"

Murray let out a sigh and admitted, "This was actually a pro bono case that I've taken for a friend. And that man was involved in that case."

Erick felt black lines going down his head. He couldn't count how many times his superior has taken pro bono cases. Although that was sweet of him, Erick was grateful that he had the money to do it or he would go bankrupt.

"What kind of case was it?" Erick asked, curious.

Murray looked at Erick, as if he wasn't sure whether he should tell him or not. In the end, he blurted out, "White collar fraud."

Erick frowned. "That's not your field, though, is it?" he questioned.

Murray nodded. "It's not. But then…" He then shook his head again. He had nothing more to say.

Seeing the reluctance in his superior's eyes, knowing that it was hard for him to tell the whole story, Erick stopped trying to pry. Despite his high curiosity, the latter doesn't want to ask any more questions, thinking that there should be a good reason why Murray was finding it difficult to share.

After leaving Murray's office, Erick returned back to his cubicle. Even though he had told Murray that he would stop his investigation on the dead man, he secretly continued it. This was because he knew that there was more than just a fraud happening in the case. Or else, his father wouldn't have told him to come and examine the corpse.

When office hours ended, Erick went straight to his parents' house, instead of going home. He texted Amber, informing her of his whereabouts lest she got concerned.

Few minutes later, he found himself inside his father's study where the latter was currently reading the reports that had been sent to him. As mentioned before, even if his father has retired from the police force, it does not mean that he had stopped working altogether.

Erick waited patiently for his father to be done with whatever he was doing. And soon after, his father placed down the paper he had been reading and looked at him.

"What else did you find?" Lachlan asked, going straight to the point.

Erick rubbed his temples in consternation and let out a sigh. "It's quite complicated," he admitted. "I couldn't be sure whether it was really the work of a warlock or other supernatural beings."

Lachlan narrowed his eyes. "Other supernatural beings?" he repeated.

Erick nodded, looking up at his father. "As I've told you before. There were no signs of blood, no signs of being forced or attacked. There were just little hints of wolfsbane dust on the body. What it does, I can't be sure."

Lachlan sighed in frustration. "If you can't figure it out, what more can Paccia do?" he said. Yes, apparently, ever since Dane has his full soul, his senses and detection of any abnormalities were stronger than Paccia. Even if Paccia can use her spells, Dane can do it better.

"I do suggest that Paccia come and look it over with me once more," Erick said. "There was something in that alley that seemed strange. I could tell that there was a spell being casted over there but I could not detect what it was."

Lachlan looked over at him and asked, "You think Paccia may know something?"

Erick nodded. "At least, that's what Dane had told me." Earlier during the time Erick was examining the body, Dane had told him that there was something that surrounds them. Although he had sensed something, he could not be sure what it was. He only knows that it has to do something with witchcraft.

Lachlan nodded. "The sooner the better then," he said.

Erick stood up and said, "I'll immediately go and meet up with Paccia. And then we'll return to the alley."

"Yes. And I hope to hear some good news."