It was funny being a hunter, or at least it was to Jodie. It was funny to see people of the normal sort go about their daily lives, not really knowing what's out there. There were times, like now for instance, where Jodie would light the bones of a restless spirit on fire, just quietly laughing to herself. Her older brother Chris on the other hand, would find her insane. But after a life like theirs who wouldn't be?
As the fire burned in the grave, Jodie packed the last of her supplies into her bag, checking off this week's case as finished. As the fires settled Jodie began covering it up again, smothering the flames and the old wife who murdered her husband. The job took quicker than expected and Jodie was happy to move on. Picking up her things she ran quickly back to the car parked beside the lake, their car. Chris, who must have been getting some to go food, was nowhere to be seen.
With a slow sigh Jodie walked to the back of the car. Searching for her keys she thought, he should have been here by now, where the fuck is he? When she found the keys, she opened the seemingly empty trunk; but like the world, it was an illusion. Jodie ran her hand along the side until she felt the latch, she pulled it up and a secret compartment in the car opened, storing a full arsenal of paranormal uses. Packing up the salt rounds and shot gun, her eyes came across a small rectangular box and with a groan she picked it out, and slammed the trunk closed. Cigarettes, she thought, I thought I got rid of them all! She took one last look at them before chucking them into the lake, landing with a satisfying plop as Jodie proudly sat on the trunk. It took almost 10 more minutes after that for Chris to finally show.
"I got greasy shit!" he called toward Jodie, waving the bag of fast food in the air like a trophy.
"Good! Now let's get out of here, I found us a new case!" she called back as she ran to the driver's side and got in.
Chris followed shortly behind her through the passenger side. As he closed the door the hot smell of food filled the car top to bottom making Jodie's stomach feel hollow. While Jodie's thoughts mainly centered on the food, Chris looked like he was distressed over other things. His fingers ran nervously over and in each pocket searching for something.
"Hey, have you seen my cigarettes?" he asked her.
"Ya, you must have dropped them in the back." she replied coolly.
Chris stopped his searching, "well, do you know where they are now?" he asked.
"Ya," Jodie replied, then pointing at the lake she said, "I think they went for a swim."
"Dammit Jodie…" he cursed under his breath, "that was my last pack."
"Good, and hopefully it with be the last from now on." Jodie replied wile starting the car. It took at least another hour until Chris spoke to her again.
"So where's the case?" he asked.
"New York, Manhattan." She replied. Chris didn't speak another word to her the rest of the ride. Jodie usually didn't mind when people didn't talk to her, in fact she didn't make it a thing to talk to them either; but Chris was her brother and all they really had was each other, so when he didn't talk to her it worried her. This must be more than about the cigarettes Jodie thought, but if not that then what?