I sifted through the spells I saw. Some were old protections, and were worn with time. Others were newer, and more deadly. I frowned. Still others wer... wards against the weather. Good spells, really. I would have to use them on my own home.I walked around, and found the place where the police had found my partner's body. The area reeked of magic. I felt sick. Someone had killed him. They had used his life force to perform magic.I was very angry, now. Who ever did this, didn't deserve to live as. There were, however, few thieves because the ever-present scanners sensed the CIDs of visitors, and could note when something had not been paid for.They went the rounds of the market buying various things Jazira needed, for which, even here outside the Controlled Area she paid with a quick scan of the CID implant in her forearm. Towards noon, they settled at a coffee shop for snacks and tiny cups of dark, sweet coffee."Tell me how you are," Jazira said to her friend. "And, how long you'll stay.. Harken was not around either, so he took this as a good sign, and got his day underway.When John got downstairs he was told that his father, and Colby had left to go to the Market place with a few of the new slaves. His father was dropping them off at the auction to be sold this week. The thought of Mr. Harken left alone with Jasmine... (left him uneasy). He had a suspicion that Harken wanted to bed her, and will inevitably try to again.With the light work load given John, he was able to stroll. He prodded her with his toe and she moaned in a way that may have been assent.-I love fucking her. I agreed.We sat back and drank our wine, Nicole’s glass remained untouched on the side table. I wanted a smoke and asked Rob if he minded.-It’s your place, buddy. I would have sparked up anyway, but sometimes it nice to be polite. Soon I was feeling pretty high and the evocative smell of the best quality homegrown filled the room. Rob declined the offer of a toke, but refilled his glass and Nicole.