'Some people think people like me, my dad, Bobby, and so forth are crazy. We hunt monsters, we kill them...we get the satisfaction of a "serial killer" without killing actual humans,' he said with a snort as if that wasn't his view. 'Every hunter has his or her reason. Some because it was how they were raised, they come from a line of hunters, or their father was one. Others because something happened to them where a monster or ghost was involved. Me? My dad was a hunter and I've never known anything else.'
He checked over a few things and put a few more things in his duffel before closing the weapon cache and trunk and locked up. 'Nope, I'm good. It's easy enough to carry.' One bag of things, this was normal, they traveled light. Checking the trunk to be closed, he pocketed his keys and shoved his hands in, walking to the hotel with Barbara.