At a loud wail from the EMF reader, Dean held a hand up to Teague, motioning for him to follow close. He could feel a telltale chill to the room, and he licked his lower lip, looking up and around for anything in the room. Pausing, he took an iron poker out of his duffel and handed it to Teague. "Maybe you'll get a gun next time, Sparky."
Then he heard a quiet scuffling noise in the corner of the room. He cocked his head, holding his breath. By his estimation, it was too loud to be a rat.