Despite it all, despite having to remind her that he could just as easily report her and have her business thrown into an upheaval, she caved again. It was nice to know certain things about certain people, and when you worked under almost every coven in the city at least a time or two, you tended to know who was under what employ, who aligned where and a whole bunch of other nonsense that Cameron had never once had to worry about. Vampires wouldn't take him, lycanthropes wouldn't take him, so he said "fuck it all, I'll just take care of things myself."

But when he worked for the covens, oh, they always managed to give him the things that he had to have help to figure out, and if he didn't need help, well then... It was a right pain in the ass to do anyway. Still, being able to look over these books as Agnes made some calls would pass the time, and he followed her up the stairs. He didn't pay any mind to his surroundings for the time being, in fact, he didn't care at all what the place looked like.

He just wanted the information he was searching for. At first the body count had been one, about a month or month and a half ago, but within recent weeks, the body count grew up to, now, 7 dead and one in a mental institution. And that case in and of itself was curious. The man had gone to work one day, perfectly fine. He had no history of mental illness or anything, then the next day he is being carted off to Waverly Institute. It was odd how that worked. He would have some time to sift through that one later though, perhaps pay the man a visit despite what he thought initially. It was definitely a clue, but as to what, he had no idea.

Finally the bestiaries were placed before him, and he carefully picked up what appeared to him to be the most worn. He assumed it was either the oldest one, or the most useful just from the wear alone. It was written in beautiful script, something that made him recall why he never handwrote anything. Not that it wasn't legible, but sometimes the chicken scratch did get a little hard to read. He had never seen witches have terrible handwriting, so this was a welcome feat to his eyes.

Now, just to see if he could find what he was looking for. He skimmed a few pages going over some herbal compounds and stuff that he just rightfully didn't care about until he caught one. "Soul regeneration?" he whispered to him aloud. Why would any supernatural creature need soul regeneration? Or perhaps they didn't and it was meant for ones that had a particularly nagging conscious. He sighed a bit though, that didn't help him any, and he just flicked the page to the next without so much as another thought. He finally decided that this was not the one he needed to be looking through to begin with and he placed it down and picked up another. This one wasn't nearly as worn, but it was still obviously read through a few times, and he was glad to see what he did.

Supernatural creatures. The first few pages were for vampires and lycanthropes, and then the next few pages detailed the hybrids created through the creature bloodlines, but then the next page caught his eye. Succubus? Incubus? Siren? The Soul Eaters? He sighed a bit and actually read. Though Siren fit profile best, he tossed it aside, seeing as though they resided in Greece, and in or near large bodies of water. Granted yes, there was a lake nearby and it wasn't a painfully long six hours to drive to the coast, but he was sure that if Sirens were this far inland they would have a pile up of bodies by now. Succubi and Incubi didn't quite fit, and the other soul eaters in the chapter just made him cringe. He was starting to believe that perhaps it was just some freak accident in nature, or that it was a hybrid breed that needed to feed on souls, but he was so unsure. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

This would be a long day. And a hard case.