Ipad Emmaline had concluded her work out, a significant negative as far as Eleanor was concerned now that the sports bra clad Austrian had vanished off screen to shower and dress for her job as an adjunct professor of mathematics at the University of Chicago. There was a temptation to ask Emmaline to come in, which she would do, but Eleanor was reluctant to disrupt her lovers professional endeavors just because it would make her feel better. She was just about to call Anna and find out where she was when the morgue door swung open, the heavy panel moving silently on its well oiled hinges.

"Ah Anna and Junia, well I suppose it is just as well you are both here," she declared, refraining from chiding Anna for how long it had taken her to arrive. The Sunday Group had a number of disiplinary problems that would be unfamiliar to most MBAs. For a start, the type of people the group recruited tended to be a little... touched, one way or another. Few vanilla mortals and fewer still of those who were touched with magical abillity of one sort or another were what a psychiatrist would classify as completely stable. There was also the issue of enforcing any kind of discipline, it was difficult to imagine a punishement that would be more dangerous or unpleasant than simply turning up to work.

Eleanor uncrossed her arms, oblivious to the fact that the entire front of her protective apron was smeared with the same sticky black substance that permeated the body. She extended a blackened glove to point at the corpse on the table.

"Meet John Doe, male in his thirties on the basis of dental wear, the body was found dead in the loading dock of Hyde Park Interiors on Southblackstone this morning," she continued in a professorial tone. Eleanor extended a finger to a large computer monitor that was linked to a strange looking instrument that was pointed at the corpse. The screen showed a video image of the body overlaid with bright colors ranging from blue to white.

"Ambient readings is in the ten to twelve Thaum range, so spicy, but without intraosseous nodes, so not a practitioner himself. In other words he stinks of magic for someone without any training." Thaum's or Thaumaturgical Kelvins were a measure of arcane power that could be detected by sufficiently crafty electronics. A practitioner or magic typically read between two and three thaums depending on mood and level of skill. It was dangerous to conduct a seanse with a corpse that had anything over two thaums as the spirit would be able to utilize that background magic to do whatever it chose, that tended not to be anything that the would be necromancer wanted.

"Cause of death is tentatively..." Eleanor paused and made a sweeping gesture that encompassed the black fluid leaking from the body and covering her apron.

"Drowning in black shit."