James took his time back to his desk, enough time in fact to see that Ebony girl come in half asleep. She didn't seem to be a bad girl, definitely strange due to her strange powers of communication and those damned head phones. After his moment of quick contemplation he went back to his desk in the bull pen and looked at the case he was working on. It originated in Pixie gang territory, a concerned citizen called in the shooting. The John Doe turned out to be a 3' tall average pixie name Dan Brennan, not a magical name. The hardest part so far had been making connections. Dan worked in the Wizard City DMV and he seemed to be allowing immigrating Pixies to grab a license almost automatically. The worst part is that the immigrating Pixies were really being used to traffic Pixie Dust, the elusive drug, then ending up left in the Magic River. Today James was going to investigate the office of Dan Brennan.