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>Involve the police
Marlene would have to get them to send plain cloth officers. But time she spends waiting to hear back could be spent simply heading to one of the destinations. Maybe if there were more destinations involved.
>Culprit was OCD
Quite possibly. Often the worst diabolists are the ones who've picked demons a little too attractive to them and who listen to them far too much. It isn't always a good idea to listen to gods. Demons're even worse for that. The worst idea is letting a demon dictate ones actions.
>Check for more details/forensics stuff/a numeric pattern
A more intensive investigation yields surprisingly little dirt, dust, or other such detritus--including hair. For all the clutter, it seems like the culprit was obsessively clean. Even with a god or demon to help, that's a lot of work spent on keeping the room clean. Still, with the blatant glyphs and the demonic patterns immediately apparent, it doesn't look like they were trying to cover themselves up. Looks more like fussiness.
Speaking of patterns, the solid shapes say very loudly to Marlene's senses, "This is a completely unnatural object." It doesn't look like there were any less permanent demonic workings done recently enough for it to be apparent. Discounting a more subtle coverup, which's always a possibility, but paranoia's only reasonable up to a certain point. Not that she hadn't encountered nasty surprises, but the odds in this case would be really low in her estimates.
But not zero. That's enough for her to keep an eye out for a trick, but not enough to make her change her actions.
Thorough search does turn up more photos, including ones of the children and dog. And a whole folder of photos of other landmarks, including the famous egg-shaped Rebirth Monument. And... that's interesting. The children and dog have a single shape each drawn around them in the photos, but the other photos're considerably more cluttered with shapes. The mountain has two triangles, one around the mountain and one just drawn somewhere on the photo. The church has four squares or cubes. A local lake has eight pentagons--and if she squints, she can see that it could vaguely be taken to be have five irregular sides. Later photos have a ridiculous number of shapes Marlene's not bothering to count.
Looks like her next target's the mountain. And she's fairly certain this diabolist doesn't actually have the power to convert it into a pyramid, if that's what they'e trying to do. If they did, they'd become as legendary as the Samios or the Mad Lord. And even that would just be pretext enough to call down the resources of the entire Inquisition, including branches from other countries, as well as at least the local military, much as she doesn't like the thought of either of those. Many other Inquistorial branches're more hardass than hers, in fact she'd be considered disqualified or even heretical by them just for not being too fond of the divine order. And while the Mad Lord was brought down by an army, it was a really bloody war. But that wasn't modern weapons.
Speaking of forensics, while she didn't find anything in the study, there's one thing she can do. A quick further check of the innards of the flesh shapes exposes children sized and dog teeth, but no adult teeth.
"So, uh, just tell me when you're done." The police officer says with nervous squeamishness. Clearly he doesn't get a whole lot of grisly murders in his precinct. Marlene smiles with grim mirth at the thought.
"At this point, we can assume the victims're two children and a dog. Two adults at large. Either or both're our culprit. Next target's presumably Mount Willy," she says.
"Mt. Willy?"
"It's my next destination. Oh, say, what can you tell me about the parents?"
"Well... The mother was a really quiet one. Real career woman. The father was... He was really well regarded. Really nice, helpful, pretty much no one could say anything bad about him. Practically the perfect househusband. He's an immigrant--apparently she met him aboard?"
"You can return to make your report. I'll be going to Mt. Willy. By myself. Combat's expected."
Mount Willy turns out to be a hour's drive. She stops the car at its foot. There's a road leading up--she could keep driving or climb the thing by foot. If the culprit're really trying to alter the mountain, they'll be at it for quite a while anyway.
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