Azrael leaned back against the wall, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as his arms were crossed, the sleeves of his white business shirt rolled up to his elbows. "So you're saying you haven't figured out who the damn murderer is?"
Julia and the other officers gave him a frown then shaking their heads. "We couldn't find any clues or tracks, I only was able to find skin. Old and thin skin left in a heap. We ran some tests over it but sure enough, there was no traceable DNA found."
"Have you identified the victim?" The alpha male then asked.
The redheaded officer nodded. "It was one of the kings. King Trolan to be exact."
Azrael didn't feel sorry, but yet was curious as to how and why the old fool was killed. "It was found that he had ties with a few unknown people in the west.
