"You must be right, Joy," said Emmy, turning over the new notes in her fingers. They were spotted with ichor after being trapped between the pages of A Storm of Swords. "The notes are the same handwriting. It's all happened too quickly for it to be a forgery." She looked over at her parabatai, who was tracing runes into the thick grey carpet with her finger with little enthusiasm.

The four of them were in Lee's bedroom. The two boys were sitting on his bed – Lee had his long legs crossed, and was listening intently, but Edgar was leaning back, studying the ceiling. His fingers were fiddling with the cuff of his clean shirt in an agitated sort of way that usually meant he needed a smoke.

Lee leant forward, and Emmy handed the notes up to him so he could have a look. "It doesn't make sense that anybody would capture a demonhunter, though," he said softly, frowning down at the elegantly inked words. "I mean, why go and kill all these fairies and then capture a demonhunter? Were the murders just bait all along or something?"

Joy paused in her doodling, and she looked up at Lee. "Now you put it like that..." She knelt up, glancing over at her parabatai – she had her nose in one of the books that she and Lee had taken from Marcus' office. "Marcus was telling me this legend thing when I was trying to get the case file from him – about killing fairies and demonhunters. Maybe that's worth looking into?"

Edgar frowned up at the ceiling. "Joy, we don't have time to go looking for stupid legends. Noah's missing now." He shot a dark look at her, and she recoiled. "It's bad enough that we've lost our only lead and that it's not Giles. I'm not wading through freaking old literature again just to see if your hunch is right."

Lee handed the notes back to Emmy before turning on Edgar. "All the stories are true," he said, a steely glint in his eye. "We're running out of places to look, so we might as well." He smiled at Joy, who was retreating behind A Storm of Swords. "It's a good point, Joy." With a sharp look at his parabatai, he got to his feet. He looked over Emmy's shoulder – she was tracing down the copy of The Raven in the stolen book, glancing between it and the new notes.

Her eyes widened in surprise, one eyebrow edging up towards her hairline. "He's crossed out the lines in these notes." She looked over at the others. "But how could he possibly have known what the killer was going to say next? It's not like there's a pattern to it or anything." Lee frowned, kneeling down beside her, and he met her confused gaze. "Unless –"

"Unless he knows something that we don't." Lee gave the notes a cursory glance; Edgar had abandoned his examination of the ceiling, and was looking at the two of them intently. Even Joy's curious eyes were peeping out over the top of A Storm of Swords. "We need to check this legend thing out first thing tomorrow morning. If Marcus knows about it..."

Emmy closed the book, trapping the slips of paper inside. She shared a serious look with Lee. "Well, as you say, all the stories are true."