Gabriel looked up interestedly, raising an eyebrow. He wasn't on assignment here? If that's the case, then he was likely meeting someone here. Since the only scent Gabriel caught in the room was the dearly departed, it could be assumed this was a trap.<br/><br/>The warden rubbed his chin thoughtfully, not well versed on technology; if Catherine said the watch was that expensive, then the narc likely had another source of income. Sniffing around a bit, Gabriel came across a new and familiar scent. He inadvertantly growled aloud in anger. It was ThreeEye. The narco had ThreeEye hidden in a sports bottle in his bag.<br/><br/>So the mob, or the White Court, were paying the narc off and getting his aid distributing ThreeEye. But why kill such a valuable mook? It didn't make much sense unless he had learned something he shouldn't have. Which meant that their dead narco might have some good information for them. Gabriel stood, satisfied with what he'd learned. The only other thing he could possibly do with the other cops around was open his Sight and that wasn't something he wanted to do with this much black magic lingering. If nobody was around, he could cast a tracking spell to trace the magical trail back to where it was cast, but he wouldn't do that with all these normal folks around.