We all gathered at the dining tables; Our parents, 4 teenagers, and 2 ghosts. Our eyes were latched to Detective More. He was a man in his mid-forties, with copper-blonde hair and a pair of sharp-looking blue eyes. He had dark circles around his eyes, I wondered when was his last good night sleep? Maybe ages ago. A pile of files was stacked in front of him - on the table - and from the look of it, some might have dated decades ago.
“Are they both here?” The detective asked my Mom.
My Mom nodded. Her arms gestured toward 2 empty seats next to me.
“Alex and Claire, are both sitting there.”
“Okay,” The detective gazed upon the empty seats. “Could Claire…”
“Before you start questioning Alex and Claire, mind to tell us what is going on?” Jason asked, cutting Det. More’s words short. “Alex
