Leticia<br/><br/>An hour later, at the service elevator, three cops emerge, followed by the crew escorting the body on a gurney out. It was covered with a sheet, although Leticia had already seen the crime scene photos, particularly the gruesomely twisted face, which was kept covered as they escorted the body out.<br/><br/>Kettering<br/><br/>(I'm not really stating anything definitive, in the event someone else comes to meet you, before the body's moved.)<br/><br/>Beatrice<br/><br/>The two look up as she enters the rooftop. "Hold up, what're you doing up here, then?" one calls out, loudly. "Authorized personnel, only!"<br/><br/>The two men look fairly unremarkable, under the Sight; neither has had any magical experience, outside this, and have lived mostly ordinary lives. The cooling body, on the other hand, carries fleeting imagery of the Summer Court, dancing around it, a strong, warm aura, though also swirling with greed and power, women and the lifestyle of excess. He was old, even for a wizard, and the most prominent image, even though his back is to her as she enters, is his face, twisted, screaming wordlessly in terror, in his dying moments.<br/><br/>The magic around the area in almost nonexistent; just two, small pockets of tiny bits of residue, from the Nevernever, floating, dispersing, in the air, a good ways above the spear; hardly noticeable, really, except to those sensitive, looking carefully, or using the Sight.<br/><br/>Carmen<br/><br/>Outside, at the pool, a rather rotund policeman patrols around, while a small, Asian woman sits inside a circle drawn on the ground, obviously focusing. It doesn't take much knowledge to figure out that she's the source of the spell.<br/><br/>Hitomi<br/><br/>Aside from some fairly standard evocations, at the site of the battle, there doesn't seem to be much of a trace of magic anywhere else in the building; the mage, apparently, died too fast to even unleash his Death Curse, given the lack of the signaturely powerful magic residue that would leave behind.