We Fought The Law
Chapter 4
Jenny Greentooth
Kalika was once again standing in an old, musty smelling, filthy warehouse. The only difference was this one was still being used, granted it was rats using it. She crossed her arms and paced the floor, being careful to avoid the windows. She was sure Hendrickson would have followed her there.
"Come on Gab, just cause I was a bitch last time doesn't mean you and them have to ignore my call to you!" She yelled to the empty space.
"We weren't ignoring you," came Gab's voice from behind her. "We were trying to teach you patience."
She turned to Gab with a cocky smile, "You mean you guys haven't learned by now that I am never going to be patient?"
Gab grinned back at her, "And what do you want now?"
Right down to business. "I think I have found something to hunt, but I am being the good little girl and making sure it's hunt able. Two days ago a five year old little girl was attack and from what I saw it strongly resembled a Jenny Greentooth." Before Gab could interrupt her, she held up a hand, "I know, I know. Jenny's don't usually hurt kids. But I also know what I saw. So I need to know if I am going to be stepping on our people's toes by hunting this thing?"
Gab furrowed his eyebrows, "As far as I know there shouldn't even be a Jenny here in St. Louis. So I don't see a reason." He twirled his hands and a file appeared, "This is everything we have on Jenny's." He handed it to her, gave a mock bow and was gone.
Kalika sat on her in her apartment couch reading through the file Gab had given her.
Jenny Greentooth's are known for their fierce protectiveness of children. These water dwelling creatures will drag people down to the depths if they have displeased her or if they have harmed a child. While the traditional look of the Jenny is a woman in a wet white gown, there have been scattered reports of Jenny's wearing black cloaks. According to reports these types of Jenny's are know to actually hurt children. There have been accounts where children were injured and even killed by these Anit-Jenny's. The only way an Anti-Jenny can be created is to summon one. The only way to destroy one is to find a Jenny Greentooth and let it know there is an Anti-Jenny hurting a child
Kalika slammed the file shut, "So someone summoned this Anti-Jenny to hurt Ashley." A few suspects popped into her head, the main one being Ashley's Uncle, Quinn. She swung her feet off the couch and reached for her cell phone. She punched in a number, "Yes this is Agent Moore with the FBI, and I need the number for Child Protective Services. Yes I'll hold."
Seven calls and thirty minutes later Kalika was sitting in Carol Bader's office. She was a nice looking lady and Kalika could tell she was a no nonsense kind of person. "So you want to know about Ashley Harcourt," she was saying as she dug through her files. "Well I can tell you this much, that sick freak is in county lock down and if we are lucky he won't be getting out anytime soon." Carol set a file down on her desk and flipped it open, "But as I understand it, they believe that Ashley was attacked by a school bully."
Kalika sighed, it seemed Hendrickson was going to be spreading that load of bull. "I have reason to believe that an adult was behind her attack, and that the 'bully' may have done nothing more then teased Ashley right before it happened."
"So why is it you want her file?"
Kalika planted both feet flat on the floor, brushed back a stray lock of hair, and leaned forward, "Because I have reason to think that the adult that attacked Ashley did so under someone else's orders. If there was someone other then Quinn Woodside, who had a grudge with a five year old little girl, that name would be in her file." She leaned back, "Any other questions?"
Carol smiled, "Nope, but I can tell you that the only person I can think who would be mad at Ashley would be Quinn's wife. Even though Quinn admitted to molesting Ashley that women still denies it. If anyone were to try and hire someone to hurt that little girl it would be her."
"Now what makes you so sure of that?"
Carol closed the file and locked her hands behind her head, "I was the one who investigated Ashley's case. I talked to everyone who had contact with her, teachers, friends, parents, aunts and uncles. Sherry was the only one to give me the creeps. You ever see the original version of Carrie?" Kalika nodded, it was one of her favorite movies and books. "Well let's just say that Sherry made Carrie's mom look like a loving dotting mother. There was just a feeling of unease in that house and I've been a Social Worker for twenty some odd years, I've learned to trust my feeling. There was something wrong in that house."
Kalika now stood outside Sherry and Quinn's home. It looked perfectly normal from the outside but even just standing on the sidewalk Kalika could feel the wrongness of it. Granted her gift wasn't psychic, she could still pick up on aura's and such and this place felt like a black pit. No colors were coming off of it at all. All of the other houses were bright cheerful colors but the aura coming from the Woodside residence was sickening.
Kalika fought down the urge to puke, walked down the sidewalk to the front door and knocked. A husky, shy woman, with steel gray eyes opened to door. She was dressed as if she had just woken up, even though it was three in the afternoon, "Yea, what?"
Right off the back Kalika knew there was something mentally wrong with Sherry, "Yes I'm Agent Moore with the FBI and I'm investigating the attack on your niece Ashley…"
"That lying little bitch got what she deserved. She lied about my Quinn and now he's in jail because of it." There was so much hate and venom in her voice that Kalika had to take a step back from the door. She took a deep breath and controlled her anger.
"I'm not here about that Sherry." Kalika took another seep breath and blurted out, "Did you call Jenny Greentooth to hurt your niece?"
Sherry face broke into a sick grin, "Now how would a nice looking agent from the FBI know about a creature like that." Sherry opened the screen door and leered out at Kalika, "Even if I did, I ain't' stupid enough to admit it to the likes of you. Now get the hell off my property," as she went to slam the door Kalika slammed her fist into the woman's nose. Sherry fell back in shock and pain and the last thing Kalika saw was pure anger on her face before the door closed.