The wings folded behind Zafira's back, disappearing inside her body. She slid fluidly off the table and walked around it to the wall covered in crime scene photos, police documents, and news articles. Everything piled throughout Cole's apartment was related to a single case. She plucked a photo from the wall and stared at it intently.

"It's a shame what happened to your poor wife Maria. You came home from a night of boring police work to find her bound to your bed where she had been raped, then shot three times -- two in the stomach, and one in the head. Why, just that morning, she told you she...