Noah
"What is taking her so long?" Zack asked, pacing the room.
It was nearly noon, and we were still waiting for Gwen to show up. She called us this morning and said she would be coming with her sisters, which is probably where the delay came about. She never said how many people she was bringing, but I imagine if just one were to run late, they would all be late.
"Give her time." Owen said, reading over the new death cases.
None of it made sense to me, and now that Owen wasn't busy setting up all his ghost hunting cameras and devices, he was getting caught up in the seven deaths our pack had. Spontaneous deaths, that is. I would bet big money that Mortimer was behind it, but he hadn't confessed to any of it, yet, so we were treating it like we would any other case. Completely open
