Indeed what's being told was way beyond something that's considered normal. Something the men of today would find rather hard to believe. It's human nature to deny such mystical phenomenon from truly happening when their simple mind could not grasp or find a logical explaination behind the events. Tonight, Eric was overwhelmed with one abnormal occurrence after another. Mysteries overlapped. The appearance of a huge wolf capabled of walking on its hind legs and was spying on him, over the gifted sister to an over-protective little brother, who'd the capability of sensing or manipulating emotions to those around her. If they weren't being witnessed with his own pair of eyes and felt beneath his touch, Eric would never have believed a single word. The only thing that'd allowed him to keep a straight face was the thought and the sincere desire to help this woman. She wasn't crazy. For if she was, then he too would be categorized as one. Furthermore, there was just something about her that was drawing the man towards her. Something that Eric himself couldn't put a finger on.
His eyes may betray him with a glimpse of confusion then. He needed time to absorb what was uttered from the woman's lips. The debate within his mind was on the contrary to what he'd seen within the last couple of hours. Yet they persisted with the argument. Seeking logic from the deepest corner of his mind. Eric knew he would find nothing. And he'd to constantly, repeatedly remind himself that this wasn't a dream. Although he wasn't quite sure if the current light-headedness he was experiencing have got anything to do with Chance's condition. Was his emotions being manipulated at the moment? According to what she'd said, he seemed to be out of her influence. Probably, just for now.
He'd remained silent throughout her explaination. Occasionally sipping from the glass and simply studying Chance. When she ended her tale with the slow embrace of slumber, Eric set his drink down and stepped towards the woman. His hand reached down to the glass on her lap, saving Chance from sleeping in a wet jean skirt. Carefully, he placed the glass down on the table and hooked a hand under her knees. Lifting both her legs unto the sofa before he gently brought the woman to lie down on her back. Another close call to a bad cramp in the neck should she be sleeping through the night in that position.
Then Eric stood by her side. Watching over her. His gaze swept from her head all the way down to her feet and back up again. The contours on this beauty was very much appreciated. Where was his professionalism then? Merely lost at the sight of Chance's sleeping face. He was driven momentarily with an emotion he'd almost forgotten. Was it love? Or was it just plain lust, Eric wondered. This would be madness, he reluctantly protested. It's not wise to have such feelings on a suspect. The outcome of the case may be swayed. Although he knew that Chance wasn't one, Eric needed to prove it on paper. And it wasn't easy so far. Not when he've to omit certain statements that would invite frowns instead of a decent verdict.
Gage direct comments abruptedly pulled him away from the brim of lust. It was almost a hard smack to the back of his head. He turned around and his eyes followed the boy's disapproval gestures to the door. Eric immediately understood what they meant. He stole another glimpse at the face of the mysterious beauty who're now fast asleep. Completely exhausted and seemed to have been drifted far into the dreamworld. Silently, he bid her goodnight before he marched up to Chance's brother. Although the tone to his words was considered rude, the man didn't blame the kid. He was somewhat proud of the boy for behaving in such a way. Somehow, Gage had assured him that no harm will come to Chance despite of his scrawny appearance. At that point of time, Eric felt a strong urge to give the boy his number as well. And to tell the kid to give him a call if there's trouble. But he figured that it's best if Chance were to tell her brother instead.
"Good.." Eric said. "..you make sure nobody do that!" he finished as he left the apartment without looking back.
Down the stairs he went. Shades sitting on the bridge of his nose once again. Wisps of smoke wafted from one end of a cigarette stick as he peered around the corners from the building's entrance. It's clear. He headed for his bike and saddled in. Helmet in hand, he glanced up to the windows of Chance's apartment. A puff from his mouth drifted towards the nightsky as he kicked his Harley to life. Gears shifted as he strapped the helmet onto his head before the steel horse then roared away from the site. It'd been a long night. Time to head home for some rest. Or perhaps more work. There's still something Eric needed to look into.
Normally, it would probably take about fifteen minutes or so from Chance's place to his. But due to the situation and under such a unique circumstances where the possibility of being hunted down or merely being followed by a wolf creature was high, he'd to take the long route. He arrived home an hour later. After several turns and a couple of record breaking laps on the highway. Absurd? He didn't think so. He would like to think of them as precautions.
He flipped the switch to his simple apartment and headed for the laptop on the table in the hall. As he waited for the screen to prompt him with the password, Eric divested his clothings off. Leaving him bare as his fingers typed the keyboard. Once connected to the network, he Google-ed;
"Giant wolves on two legs."
Interestingly enough, there was about twenty two million and three hundred thousands results from it. And the first thing that caught his attention was the word werewolf. Hesitantly, he clicked that as the next search and entered the "wikipedia" about the subject. His gaze then settled on the image that's on the right side of the first few paragraphs. Damn! Eric leaned back into his sofa. The thing that he'd seen returned before his mind, replacing the image on his computer screen. He shook his head and reached for his mobile phone which was on the table along with the rest of the items that were on him before he'd undressed. Flipping the phone opened, the man cursed. Just great, he thought. Need to recharge. It's no wonder it'd been quiet for so long. So the man charged his phone while he headed for the bathroom. He figured it's best to take a shower and calm himself from what he'd discovered. Werewolves. Right. Or do they prefer being called "lycanthrope" instead. Whatever the case, Eric needed to freshen up.
Therefore in the tub he now rested with the home-phone within reach. But the longer he waited, the more impatient he grew. He decided it's best to call them instead.
"Jake... Any news from Joseph yet?"
"...'fraid not, Eric.. Where ar..."
"Listen.." the sergent interrupted. "..I need you to punch out when the sun is up. Don't leave until most of the day-shift guys have taken over or at least when the road is busy.."
"I got no time to explain, Jake.. Just do as I say... And don't forget to punch mine as well."
With that, Eric hung up and quickly dialed up for the coroner.
"Joseph, its me Eric.. Talk me through with what you've got so far or is it ready for me to come in, already?" Eric said, uncertain if it was the voice message that'd answered him on the other end of the line or simply Joseph himself.