That was decidedly not the sort of thing he'd have pegged Sirius for. He'd seen the man in a fight. He'd been decent enough at watching their backs, but he hadn't exactly been the sort of killer he'd expect to have a wrap sheet. Not that you needed to be experienced in death to be convicted of murder, or to even commit one. Stabbing a person with scissors in a fit of rage was just as deadly as something more premeditated and clean.

Daryl's posture hadn't changed with the reveal, nor did his expression of mild interest and curiosity. He didn't know if it was right to believe Sirius on the matter, but he did. He was fully aware the man was willing to fight, and kill, if he needed to, but he didn't seem like the sort to go and outright murder someone and then deny it. He seemed the sort to own up to his actions.

"You found anything yet?"