Jack brought the forensic team to our barn the next day (I guess he somehow got the authorization from his bosses). I followed them out of curiosity.
"What's she doing here?" a young, skinny man with a twirled mustache (poser) asked.
"I'm the owner of the house," I said. "I have the right to be present during your search."
Jack gave me a look, but said nothing. I smiled sweetly at him.
They started searching, knocking on every piece of wood, measuring everything, checking with the blueprint. I stared, curious.
At some point, the skinny guy with the mustache found something in the hay track.
"Found it!" he said.
I must admit, I only checked that there wasn't any magic there quickly, and I paid little attention to the hay track.
I mean, it just had some hay. What could be of interest
