The man decided it would be better if he didn't respond to Cat giving him an errand boy status. It was likely better this way, after all. Besides, Gabriel planned on punishing her for that later. He smirked wickedly at the thought, the expression oddly intimidating on his bespectacled face. The sargeant took one look at the expression on Gabriel's face and sputtered out his apologies to Catherine, following after them.<br/><br/>Ignoring the ME and the CSIs, Gabriel looked over the scene with a practiced eye. Like the victims from Chicago, the heart had exploded out of the man's chest. He was in his pajamas and, based on the coagulation of the blood, it had been a few hours before anyone discovered him. As Gabriel had feared, the precision of the spell told of talent and, more than likely, ritual casting with multiple warlocks.<br/><br/>Glancing around, the Warden made sure no one was watching him. Once sure they weren't, he leaned close to the corpse and took in the scent of the magic. It was pungent and would help when locating the warlocks. The power of the magic had knocked out all the electronics in the room as well and the lingering power would be messing with everyone's cell phones, he was sure.