Chapter Eight
The group walking around the room was nothing if not seriously agitated. The investigation had been railed-roaded from almost day one. All of the evidence was inconsistent and lead to at least two different people, but there wasn't enough to actually do anything.
Now they were stuck walking through the house looking for anything out of place or heaven forbid, one of the ghosts people where claiming caused the deaths.
"There's nothing here," One of the FBI agents said as they turned to leave the room. With agreeing nods, everyone else moved to follow; the only time all the different branches could be seen working together.
Just as they pulled the door shut, Miss. Padalecki came over to them with a cheery smile on her face, "Find anything, gentlemen?"
"You know we couldn't tell you if we did, Miss Padalecki," one of the Detectives said.
Still smiling, she shook her head, "Right, is there anything I can do for you?"
The group shook their heads, "No, I think we're just about done for the day, a couple more hallways and we're outta here," one man said.
With the saccharine sweet smile still in place, Miss. Padalecki nodded, "Okay, I'll see you at the doors in a while then." With another nod she walked away, the smile quickly turning into a frown. When the men were around the corner, she turned back and swiftly entered the room Dean and Sam where in.