Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "Just guessing, but they don't appreciate us busting into their house." He nodded, moving toward the foyer area, training his light around the room. A piano was in the corner, and dean winced when the EMF reader squealed loudly. "Somebody's pissed that it's out of tune." He continued to train the light around the room, going in the same methodical formation he'd always used.
When he heard a door slam, he moved the light quickly to a cupboard. There were smears in the thick layer of dust that looked too much like fingerprints to be anything but.