He may have hung back from the group that gathered, but the mention of marks on the body without the murderer present rung alarm bells in his head...though the talk of 'evil' caused his insides to twist uncomfortably. Walking up to the group quietly, he did his share of staring at the pictures...with his experience, he knew they weren't self-inflicted...that ruled out a possession, if anything could be said about it. "The fire may have destroyed some evidence of the true perpetrator...or..." Pausing for a moment, his face darkened as he frowned deeply, "You may call me crazy, I won't care...it might be a malevolent spirit, or a demon."