Nick drove Rosalie to the Calvert Tea and Spice Shop.
The police tape at the entrance had already been removed, but the scene had yet to be cleaned up. When Nick took the key from an evidence bag and opened the door, he could still smell a faint trace of blood beneath the mingled scents of spices.
"The autopsy won't be finished until this afternoon at the earliest. If you need me to, I can take you to the medical examiner's office a little later."
When Rosalie entered, she sank to her knees on the bloodstained carpet and began sobbing softly. Nick had no idea how to comfort her and could only say something to fill the silence.
"Thank you. Right now, I just want to stay here quietly for a while." The woman turned to look at him, revealing her furry face.
To be fair, the true form of a Fox Wesen, especially a female one, was probably the most acceptable to human aesthetic tastes of all the Wesen Nick had seen so far.
Despite being canines, foxes had catlike eyes with vertical pupils, yet they lacked the cold, unfeeling look of a snake. Their large amount of visible sclera-the whites of their eyes-allowed them to convey expressions similar to those of humans.
Foxes also naturally had V-shaped faces, with upturned outer eye corners and built-in eyeliner. In short, large eyes, small faces, and petite noses and mouths, almost perfectly matching the human template for "cute."
He just didn't know why Fox Wesen's ears didn't change along with the rest when they reverted to their true forms. That would certainly have earned them extra points.
But the Fox Wesen lady whom Nick found cute had a completely different experience when their eyes met. Rosalie practically sprang off the floor