Supernatural investigation leads to son fucking

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Detective Hubert could tell that there was something this man wanted to get off his chest, but it wasn’t something that she could truly prepare for.

“This is going to sound strange,” Carlyle said. “You’ll probably think I’m crazy.”

“You can tell me anything,” she replied. “It’ll be off the record if you want.”

Carlyle nodded. “Off the record will be great. But I don’t know how to say this.”

“I’ve heard it all. Edward is my trainee. Whatever you say will remain confidential, with certain exceptions, of course.”

The man gave an uncomfortable wince. “I’m assuming you found no evidence of any break-in.”

“None so far. I have a great team and they’re still doing a thorough inspection.”

“I think you might not find anything,” Carlyle managed to speak.

“Why is that? Did someone in the manor do it? Were you involved?”

She looked at him with gentle eyes, allowing the man to confess whatever needed to be confessed. Unlike her male colleagues, Amy often settled for a softer approach when dealing with people.

“Detective Hubert, there have long been rumors that the manor is haunted. There. I said it. That’s why I think you won’t find anything.”

“Haunted?” she asked rhetorically. “As in, ghosts?”

“As crazy as that sounds, yes.”

“I’m keeping an open mind. What makes you say this?”

“Sometimes things go missing or move around. It’s been that way for as long as I’ve lived here. My family and the staff talk about it sometimes, but never at length.”

Detective Hubert nodded. “Have you ever personally witnessed anything?”

“No, never. This is completely hearsay. But I just wanted to give you a heads up about this.”

“I appreciate the notice. Is there anything else you can tell me?”

“Only that we’re honest people,” Carlyle replied. “There’s a belief that strange things occasionally happen, so it should be considered. I honestly don’t want you to think that we’re wasting your time or committing fraud.”

“That hadn’t crossed my mind,” she politely smiled.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad.”

*

Amy and her son went back inside the manor for another look. None of the interviews produced anything useful and the forensics team found nothing of value. In her experience, when dead ends arise, it’s best to keep looking at points of entry to figure out how a criminal would think.

The manor was something fit for a royal family and there were rooms upon rooms. The place was practically a maze.

She explained to her son all the potential entryways she was noticing. However, nothing was damaged and there weren’t any signs of force. The alarms were still intact and the cameras saw nothing.

“Maybe that guy was right,” Edward suggested.

Amy gazed around the room. “You never know. Although my reputation would be ruined if I put ‘jewelry taken in a haunted house’ in the official report.”

“It could work if we found evidence of that. Carlyle knows more than he’s telling us. He just doesn’t want to admit it.”

“I think you watch too many movies.”

While examining a bedroom window, Amy’s entire body jerked from a stinging slap on her ass. Grimacing, she spun around.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” she snapped at her son.

Edward looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t slap my ass while we’re working,” she whispered this time, making sure that no one in the manor could hear them. “In fact, don’t ever slap my ass again. It’s not funny.”

“Are you serious? I didn’t touch you.”

“Whatever. Just don’t pull anymore gags while we’re working, or else I’ll kick you off my team.”

“I swear that wasn’t me,” he insisted. “I wasn’t even looking in your direction.”

Amy gave up and sighed. “Let’s go to the next room.”

“Sure, but I swear I didn’t do whatever you’re accusing me of.”

Giving her son a skeptical eye, she left the room and they went down the hall to a library. It was like something out of a movie, with a bookcase filled with classic literature, maps of the world and ancient artifacts.

There was a large window in the room, which made sense that burglars could enter from there, but then again, forensics had already inspected that area and found nothing. Amy stood in the library and imagined any possible way this room could have been used.

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