"Yeah, I see." Whole place looked like it had been the same since she was a kid. The ceiling was almost pitch black from smoke and the rest of the place didn't look that much better.
"Nope. Doesn't help when people pretend to be reporters when they're really gunning for the same guy I am." Least she hadn't figured out I'd been bitten yet. Hopefully she didn't since I didn't really want to actually find her. "That mean there's more info on these critters I should have?"
Her Mom yelled at her and I smirked. Ellen Harvelle, widow, owner of this place. Yeah, I'd done some digging before coming here.