Marion walked away from the manor towards his car. He dug his phone from his jacket pocket and dialed a number. “Yes, he works here. You’ll never believe what he’s doing!” Marion sounded concerned. “No, I didn’t see him. I spoke to Hilda, the manager.” He paced near his car, walking back and forth the length of it. “Maybe Paul should take this location.” Marion stopped and looked out in the direction of the gated entrance. “Just a second, Gabe.” He lowered his phone and tried to focus. He thought he saw something. He knew the estate to be protected, but didn’t know what, how or by whom. He just knew. As all supernaturals, his business is to protect everyone. To keep the law. Make sure everyone follows procedure. “Sorry, thought I saw something. But anyway, since he’s here we should assign
