Jo had kept herself busy lately. Between running The Roadhouse and hunting, she barely had any time to herself to think.
It was better that way, she thought.
The house that Ted was investigating had been skirted around for awhile. From what Jo could find out, she was pretty sure it was haunted. She wondered if she should be concerned about the fact that this filled her with just a little bit of glee.
Not that she was happy to find a ghost, but she was happy to have something that might possibly be cut and dry. It was simply a matter of ensuring that the house was in fact haunted, doing the leg work to find out who the ghost was and then salting and burning.
In theory, of course. Things were sometimes more complicated in the City-there were times when ghosts weren't from here, and ghosts that were different from the ghosts that she knew about and all sorts of things that didn't quite add up.
She was surprised to find the front door to the house unlocked. She had been expecting to have to pick the locks, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Or perhaps she should have... The first complication of the job become very apparent as she spotted the man in the middle of the room. The ghost that had been descending upon him must have decided that two victims was even better since she'd let Jo in and had turned to smirk at the hunter.
Jo rushed forward and did her best to get between the ghost and the man, swiping with a steel knife. The iron in the steel should disrupt the ghost long enough for her to do something else to protect them.