The first thing he noticed once he opened the doors to the morgue was the wet slap of the stench that singed his nostril hairs and watered his eyes. It sent images of a melting witch into his mind, but considering the lack of screaming, he doubted it. Manny realized it was going to be one of those strange days, so he simply held himself up and strutted over to the ladies that crowded around the disemboweled and inked corpse. He wasn't privvy to most of their conversation, but he caught the tail end. 

"You're assuming they're human." He said in way of announcement, sliding in between his coworkers to get a good look at the body. He was fortunate he brought his jacket. The morgue was cold, like hell was. He had never been, but he knew a few that had spent some time there. His jacket collar popped, brushing his cheek and tickling his nose when he turned from the corpse to Eleanor. "Demons cast incantations too, and they don't play by our rules. Not usually anyway. I'm assuming you don't know who this is, else we wouldn't all be here." 

Kneeling down, he gingerly slid the middle finger of his left hand on some of the pooled ink, raising up to his eyes and examining it with a rub of his thumb. He wasn't any match for a forensics test, but he preferred making his own impressions. His dull brown eyes flashed as he thought aloud. 

"The victim's body isn't green. That's something at least." He mused, picking himself up and going over to wash his hands in the sink beside the disinfected equipment. Manny had cast on some protective incantations, but he would be damned if he got some weird germs from inside an exploded corpse. 

"Ink poisoning in the veins usually turns the skin green. Which means this happened very fast. Not to mention it's a broad spell, encased in a strange execution. Ink's been associated with blood and water since the Ilkhanate sacked Baghdad eight hundred years ago." He remarked, thinking of the stories from the chroniclers. Prime time for demons or cultists, or any real sorcerer with a knowledge of lore, and he knew he shouldn't make any real assumptions on the suspect. He shrugged. "Probably even before then. And the human body is mostly made up of both. Just switch around a few syllables and make the proper sacrifice and you can make this happen. My problem was with how quick it was inside the body, and who the fuck this guy is." 

The door opened again, and Manny hadn't even bothered to look over. "Oh yeah, Clive showed up with me."