"Human. Sacrifice." Chavez's voice was calm and unemotional. It was a voice that provided a mask to the world, the voice behind which Chavez could retreat as she asked why, precisely, did you kill the little girl. Hers was not a happy job. "Should I have to worry about people being drowned in the Thames?"
She tapped her fingers against her denim-covered leg, silent for a moment. "The loss was discovered on the 21st, and the last anyone was certain of seeing it was back in February, so it could have vanished at any point between those times."
Michael, Avery, Whim
"You? Pacifistic?" Whim murmured, contemplating werewolves that made Avery look like a pacifist. The thought was thoroughly appalling. She shook her head. "Okay, we ask questions first, then shoot. And Avery, please please please don't shoot for the head, it makes it seriously hard to raise them as zombies later." Whim's snake flicked its tongue out to taste the air.
In the meantime, what Avery discovered was... a cell-phone, a sleek, silvery cellphone with a little apple logo on it, and miraculously, still working despite all the water damage.