Olive restrained from cursing the man out as he left. That just wouldn't be proper at all. She was tempted, however, to smack Declan upside the head. Maybe he'd finally gain an inch of sense. Frowning as he left, Olive have a frustrated groan and walked to the front door, flipping the sign so it read closed. Dammit. If another civilian died--and judging by that scream, someone most certainly had--then she did have another clean up job. And she couldn't clean as long as Declan and Athena were there.<br/><br/>Crossing over to the counter, she grabbed her book and stormed upstairs, slamming the door behind her. It was a good thing she grew all the flowers herself in the small greenhouse on her balcony. Their exposure to her had given them a natural protection charm. That ought to be enough to protect the two detectives while they did their investigating. Hopefully.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Nathaniel had just gotten off the phone to give Emile's parents the unfortunate news. All the while, he was changing from his hospital garb and into civilian clothes. After another victory of adding another Lurker to Hell's army, he needed a snack. Not all humans and anthems needed to be preserved for the Underworld's use, after all. He needed to eat somehow.