Chelsea Peterson comes from a long line of hunters. She doesn't hunt your usual catch either. She was brought up to hunt down the things that go bump in the night. Calls for a lot of traveling, one night stands, cheap liquor, and long nights in hote...
"Yeah just the one lead in manning, Colorado, dad. It's nothing I can't handle." I reassured, though the phone.
"If you get even the slightest bit over your head, you give me a call, ya hear?" Dad warned.
"I'm not a little girl anymore." I said, taking my coffee off of the cafe counter which it'd ordered.
"You will always be my little girl no matter how old ya get." My dads voice insisted. I smiled to hear him say that as I walked out the doors to the car that I loved with a passion. My 1968 Dodge Challenger. Gifted down, of course.
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"Well I ain't gonna wait all day for the details, honey." Dad pried.
"Okay, an older man by the name of Daniel Elkins, police say that it was a bear attack, but now they're finding signs of a robbery. It's worth checking out." I stated, opening my car door and jumping into the drivers seat.
"Alright well, let me know. Be safe. Constant as the stars." He said his goodbyes.
"I will. Love you dad." I finished, hanging up the phone. I sighed. Long trip to manning Colorado. I quickly put on my favorite rock album, and pulled out from where I was parked, accelerating the car more than I needed to. But hey, can't blame a girl when you own a badass car.
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I'd already looked the old house over twice. There was a clear salt ring, and a hunters journal. Whoever this guy was..was a hunter. I heard a small creak towards the front end of the house and stayed quiet, listening for anything else. I waited a few seconds to find nothing. I continued looking about the room for anything else. I'd already gotten the main clue. A message to be exact. It was to a mail drop.
"Looks like the maid didn't come today." I heard a male voice in the other room speak up, causing me to take a hiding position and bring out my handgun. I propped it up high, ready for whoever, or whatever to come through the door.
"Hey, there's salt over here." Another man spoke up.
How many men were there? Was there too many for me to take out if I needed?
"You mean like, protection against demon salt, or 'oops I spilt the popcorn' Salt?" The first man asked.
"It's clearly a ring."
Hunters. They were hunters. I sighed a bit of relief. Let's just hope they're not another gay couple.
"You think this guy Elkins was a player?"
"Definitely."
Every last bit of my instinct told me to stay hidden, but they were hunters. Hunters are hunters. Family by job. I quietly strolled over to the desk in the middle of the room and sat patiently for the hunters to find me themselves, and as if on que they walked into the room.
"Who the hell are you?!" The taller one of them shouted. They both had their guns raised. I chuckled at their reactions.
"Relax. I got this case covered." I stated, getting off the desk.
