“I don’t want to utter the name of…. Well, that name because I want our focus to be on capturing real life criminals. Not chasing ghosts.” Laramie spat.
“You’re afraid of him. That’s the real reason why you won’t say his name.” Isaac said. The circle got very quiet, with only the crackling of the flames making any sounds. Laramie’s face contorted and he started to speak his rebuttal. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the backyard. Johnson nervously checked left, checked right and then up. David squinted at him.
“What was that?” David asked. Johnson blushed a little, uncomfortable at being noticed.
“Uh… I don’t know. Just checking around me.” He muttered. Laramie put his hands on his hips.
“Checking for what?” He demanded.
“The Wretched Man.” Isaac answered. Johnson winced. Laramie pursed his lips together, glowering at Isaac.
“This is ridiculous!” He cried. York shrugged.
“Left. Right. Up. Can definitely get a good visual of your surroundings that way…” He mused. Laramie smashed his honey whiskey bottle on the ground and it shattered. Everyone recoiled.
“Hey now!” David shouted. Laramie stood up and sneered at everyone.
“I’m not going to sit here and listen to grown men, my own detectives, entertain the idea that a fairytale is haunting this town! It’s that thinking that is ruining this city and turning it into a madhouse. Just one big echo chamber of lunatics screaming at each other!”
“You still haven’t said his name.” Isaac stated.
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