The Lumber Mill: Mariana's search turns up little in terms of what she's looking for, strangely enough, there are no traces of sulfur or any indication of demonic possession. What she does notice is that the still-open eyes of some of the workers are bloodshot and reddened, however by all accounts appearances seem to suggest the workers attacked eachother for seemingly no reason. Outside while searching the truck, Olson manages to spot a faint glimmer of metal under the driver's seat, however before she can investigate it, she hears footsteps behind her. Luckily, the officer is quicky enough to duck out of the way as a fire axe slams down past where her head had been, lodging itself into the passenger seat. Standing on the other end of it is a mill worker, eyes crazed and mouth frothing as he yanks the axe free.
Outside the Community Center: Before long, the only individuals left outside are the men in suits and the two girls. The men cast a few long looks over in their direction, expressionless faces revealing nothing as they quietly watch the girls. After a few moments, they seem to forget the girls are even there, beginning to climb into the Escalade, hidden behind its black windows as the car begins to drive off, back towards town. The girls are left with little to take from the situation, but progressively, the strange smell fades, and they are both left with a strange, significant hunger for whatever food they can get their hands on.
August Street: Jennifer's time at home is quiet for a while, she's able to get herself some food, sit down and relax without any incident. For a time, Jennifer is able to relax as if nothing outside was going on, as if Lucy Taylor had never been murdered and the dark happenings had skipped over Silver Falls entirely. This doesn't last long however. First, she hears a loud crash outside on the street, moments later, the TV cuts off and the lights in her home go out as the power goes out. If she peers out in the street she can see a white sedan has crashed into the power poles, the man in the front seat falling out as he wrestled with a young woman who'd been in the passenger seat, the two choking and punching at eachother, despite their severe injuries from the crash.
Donald Baker
Location: Silver Falls Community Center
The hall itself was quiet, aside from the bits and pieces of Donald and Scarlett's conversation, Richard could hear next to nothing in the eerily quiet community center, now as silent as the grave. The area off to the side where Donald and Scarlett stood was far different, considering the young ladies insistence on hearing her own voice. Donald nodded professionally as she spoke, jotting down occasional notes as she spoke, but clearly not taking down everything she said. His eyes were intently focused on her as she spoke, a fool could have mistaken it for staring, but each flick of his eyes was done with deep intention, reading the woman as she spoke.
Donald had learn to read people in the FBI, in a way it was exactly his job. Normally he figured anyone so eager to connect herself with the deceased was likely to have some hand in the murder, but he knew in his heart this wasn't the case with Scarlett, though he knew as well that she was not one to be trusted from how she spoke and held herself. He nodded as Scarlett finished her small testimony, making a few mental notes. Tacoma could have led this to being something drug-related, but Donald's previous experience her made him consider otherwise, there was far, far more to this investigation, but he didn't know what.
The fact of Scarlett's relations was curious to Donald, but he knew better than to make connections on such a vague and distant relation. Still, a serial killer's great-grandaughter was not something to be treated lightly.
"Just one more question, miss Cromwell, and it's somewhat of an odd one..." He paused, as if to consider the question before he spoke it.
"Was Lucy, or anyone she may have known for that matter, connected with... Supernatural dealings, lets say?" He queried, unaware of the irony in who he asked this question to. The question did carry down the hall to Richard's ears however, whether or not he would make anything of it...
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