The next morning he still couldn't stop thinking about Dale's suicide. He didn't know if he should stop over to see the newly widowed Melanie. He thought the day after might be too soon. Thinking it would be best to give her some time to grieve over the loss of her husband; He couldn't imagine that kind of pain. He wanted to know if he could have done something to prevent it, maybe been more of a friend to Dale? Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, maybe there were problems that no one had been aware of? Even money problems wouldn't make a person take their own life, would it? He wondered about that as well as other reasons for such a tragic turn of events.

He tried to think of anything else as he brewed a fresh pot of coffee and planned out how he'd be spending his day off. He usually would stop in to see Jenna, but this morning he didn't want to burden her. Not every saturday was slow for her at the book store and he couldn't remember if there were any events booked for the day. He sipped his coffee and went through his email account. Nothing but ads and offers that he could care less about. Here he was checking his cell phone and poor Dale had been dead not twelve hours. He still felt bad for the widow. Then he thought about something that startled him.

What if Dale's death wasn't a suicide? What if it wasn't murder or an accident? What if his death was part of demonic influence? The thought was so disturbing that Neil dropped his coffee cup and it's remains were now shattered in a huge mess all over the floor. He shook his head in disgust.

"That did a whole lot of good now didn't it?" he spoke out loud to the empty apartment. He took a deep breath as he got up and fetched a towel to clean up his mess. He hoped this wasn't a demon, but he was almost certain it had been just that. He knew exactly what he needed to do. He poured another cup of coffee and drank it in a swift manner before grabbing his keys and wallet. It seemed he'd be heading to Merlin's trunk after all. He needed to consult Jenna. She would know more about it than he did. There weren't a lot of demon knowledgeable friends he could turn to. No one else knew he was the demon warrior, not in the mortal world anyway.

He exited his place and headed for the car. He knew she'd be able to help, so long as her store wasn't packed with customers. He headed straight for the store. Traffic was heavy for a saturday morning. He should have known it would be. He noticed that was his luck lately. Whatever he didn't want to happen usually did. He just rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of annoyance but otherwise tried not to worry too much about it. He couldn't force the traffic to clear up any faster. He did his best to make his way to Jenna as quickly as the traffic would allow.

                   It had only taken an extra twenty minutes to get there. He took a minute to collect his thoughts before entering the place. When he walked through the door the place was packed with shoppers buying books. Of course it was, he thought. What else ? He tried to keep from getting frusterated over it. She would see him as soon as it slowed down, sooner or later it would and he knew it. He walked around the store for a half hour, not wanting to interrupt her until the crowd thinned out. Once she saw him Jenna walked over to greet him.

"Hey, glad to see you."

"Do you have a few minutes?" He asked.

"What happened? Another demon attack?" She asked staring at him, the worry was clear upon her soft face.

"I don't know, that's why I wanted to get your opinion."

"My office is always open for you." She replied.

They walked to the back of the bookstore went into her private office. He instinctively locked the door.

"What is going on with you?" She asked.

"Okay, one of my coworkers shot himself last night."

"Oh wow, I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you going to be okay?"

"It's not me I'm worried about. I knew Dale for years, he wasn't the type. I wanted to know, can Demons make a person commit suicide?" He asked her in a serious firm tone.

"It's very possible." She admitted to him.

"Do you know what kind of demon could do that to a nice normal guy?" He asked, hoping she had an answer for him.

"A demon of misery or pain. Some demons can force a mortal into a dark depressive state. Others have been known to cause anxiety in nice normal people." She told him.

"I don't think Dale would have just gone off and shot himself. He was a real happy fellow with a wife and two children. He loved his family." He explained to her.

"Wow, I don't know for sure but you may have stumbled on to something here. I don't know if there's anyway to find out though. Not unless you want to contact the demon, that is."

"Is there any other way to find out?" He asked her in desperation.

"I don't think you're going to like it." She warned him.

"It doesn't matter if i like it or not."

"You have to go to the place where he died, and check for an imprint of darkness."

"You're right. I'm not going to like this. Not at all," He replied.

Then added, "Neither is his widow."

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