Re: Chapter 4: Of Crossroads and Witches
Judging by your position you must be about a block down the road from the warehouse. There were a few old run down houses and your guess is this is one of them. Westbrook must have had it as an escape route of some sort though looking around you the house seems to have been inhabited, perhaps by the henchmen of the false Westbrook. Ian sees the scene and swears, drawing his gun. This happened a while ago, do you think we're too late? I don't see them at least, that's got to count for something right? he sounds worried and guilty, no doubt he feels somewhat responsible considering the shifter took his appearance.
As you look for tracks you are able to find signs that someone went out the front door, it is still flung open. As you start to head outside though you hear voices. On the front porch are several police officers and on the street is a wagon with a tarp. They must have been drawn by the sounds of gunshots and are investigating the scene themselves. Ian swears again and pulls you back. I might have known they would find their way here. he sighs. Well, looks like it's Jones and Bronson, good fellows. I worked with them a couple of years back. I'll handle the talking, you see what else you can find. You recall then that Ian used to be an officer himself. He steps out onto the porch confidently and greets the cops who jump in surprise. Out of the corner of your eye you see what appears to be footprints down the road and a trail of blood running parallel to them.