With a slow exhale, Eric turned his gaze to his child. Pam smirked and shrugged as if she didn't have anything to say. He stared at her until she did. "Don't worry. John's an old friend. Okay? He was available. So, why don't you catch me up on why you called?"
"The club was attacked. All the staff and contractors were killed." Eric crossed his leg over the other. "The killers knew magic, used guns, and covered the walls in vodou symbols that no one can identify."
"Who do you think it is?"
"At this point, anyone. It could be someone local, who wants me out of the way of the sheriff title. It could be someone nationally, the Fellowship of the Sun, though I doubt it." Eric tilted his head. "It's a contractor, hired by someone who doesn't want it leading back to them."