Ben’s POV
“Find anything?” I ask Art as he rifles through the kitchen drawers hurriedly.
He looks up at me and shakes his head.
I walk back into the bedroom and pull another drawer out of the dresser, emptying out its contents onto the bed.
For the most part, the apartment has been wiped, but there has to be something she missed. Something that she left behind.
“Any luck?” Art asks, appearing at the bedroom door. “The kitchen and living room are clean. Are we sure this woman is in on it? Is she even a supernatural?”
“Not that I picked up on... but she is the leak at the NYPD… she had the means and opportunity. There was clearly more to her than anyone suspected.” I answer, tossing the pile of clothes around dismissively.
Art walks over to the dressing table and opens a drawer
