"The forensics team is here, and Old Hunter came with them."
As Dean paced back and forth in the cellar, Lawrence ran down to give him the update.
"Old Hunter too?"
Dean nodded and followed Lawrence upstairs. It must have been Harry who called Old Hunter. Thinking it inconvenient to discuss Daisy's matter over the phone, Old Hunter chose to come with the forensics team and talk face-to-face.
Holz, from the forensics team, was also present, sporting heavy dark circles under his eyes—clear evidence of a lack of rest.
"Hey, Dean," Holz greeted them with little energy. "God, my colleagues and I just pulled an all-nighter performing autopsies on the more than twenty bodies found in that house earlier. Don't tell me there's a big scene here too."
His tone carried a hint of helplessness.
Was it an illusion? Holz felt that Dean might carry some mysterious BUFF; wherever he went, a major case would emerge. Whenever that guy came back, he'd be swamped.
