"Before then." Granger’s brows pinched together, the witch frowning as Draco’s stomach turned. He’d smelled the scent of someone dead. It was a grim reality that he didn’t want to acknowledge, but had to. "The work now is to recover any remaining perfumes or colognes and destroy them. Fortunately, it’s an exclusive scent and relatively few people have them... We actually have quite the source in the boyfriend of that girl you encountered." 