Damocles wasn't in the least bit taken aback by the response--in fact, he expected it. It would have to take a lot of mental fortitude to keep all of that magic energy in check. He wondered what Ellen was. A wizard, like him? It would be fun to have another spellcaster on the team. He'd only worked with one before--that didn't go over too well. Maybe this time things would be a bit better. Without skipping a beat, he said "[color=00aeef]Did we just have 'a moment'? I think we just had a moment, for realsies! We're BFFs now, okay?[/color]"
	"[color=9e005d]Oh, don't mind him Ellen,[/color]" a new, Welsh accented voice said. Damocles turned to face the empty Medusa display. A tall man with a wide build and a camera around his neck smiled tightly. He was an older gentleman and his taste in black clothes suit him well. He wore a black turtleneck, black sport coat but he was balding. Circling around his neck was a series of perfectly aligned stitches. "We have yet to tell his doctor to increase his medication dosage.
	For the first time today, Damocles frowned. Damocles loved everyone. But if there was one person that he loved just a little bit less it was Anderson Stoney-Bowes--the forensic photographer.
	"[color=00aeef]Ah, Professor Snape,[/color]" Damocles replied sourly. "[color=00aeef]Did your mommy let you out your basement to come and play with the big kids?[/color]"
	Anderson narrowed his eyes and walked towards Damocles and Ellen. Molly looked up from her phone, but said nothing. Just another day in LIBRA. 
	Anderson stopped directly in front of Damocles and narrowed his eyes. "[color=9e005d]Oh? The crypt?[/color]"
	The one place where Damocles knew he could sting Anderson it was his dullahan heritage. 
	Anderson poked Damocles in the chest, his voice wet with sarcasm,"[color=9e005d]How lovely of you to say. You know I've long since been insecure about my dullahan heritage. and it's nice to have it ratified by you. A human.[/color]"
	"[color=00aeef]Careful there, grandpa,[/color]" Damocles narrowed his eyes. "[color=00aeef]There's still enough spots at the Sunny Hills senior home for one more.[/color]"
	"[color=007236]Okay![/color]" Molly had had enough. "W[color=007236]e get it ladies, you're both pretty! Anderson, get back to work. Damocles, stop being weird.[/color]"
	The two of them huffed and Anderson pushed passed Damocles and got down on one knee to begin snapping photos of the stone body.
	"[color=9e005d]Bloody hell, I haven't seen petrification in years,[/color]" he muttered.
	Petrification was a painful process. Upon looking into the gaze of a Medusa, the human body would turn to stone starting with the internal organs first. The victim would die from inside out.
	"[color=00aeef]The Stone Killer of Illinos[/color]," Damocles said. "[color=00aeef]The big issue right now is getting that Medusa head back. And I know exactly where to start.[/color]
	"[color=9e005d]Oh, do you now?"[/color] Anderson looked up from his work.
	"[color=00aeef]Yup![/color]". Damocles gave Anderson a thumbs up. "[color=00aeef]Ready for a ride in my hometown, Ellen?[/color]