Lockwood and Co. The see-through girl.

Chapter 9

Agent Jacobs.
If you can picture my face right about then it would be a mixture of shock, embarrassment and complete and utter rage.
I would have thrown myself at Jacobs if Lockwood hadn't got hold of my arm. So, instead of shouting until my voice broke forever, I regarded him with a glare cold enough to freeze a Spectre in its tracks.
"Agent Jacobs." I tried to sound calm, my expression not changing.
"Lucy Carlyle." He sneered the name at me.
A part of me laughed. My mother used to do the same thing to me if I did something wrong. Instead of bowing my head in defeat, I straightened my body and went to my full height. I almost jumped as I realised I was almost as tall as Lockwood.
"Mr Jacobs," Lockwood intervened as he always did. "Do you read True Hauntings in this area of England?" He asked as he shook the mans hand a bit too firmly. George was rubbing his glasses on his sweater.
Jacobs nodded in affirmation. Lockwood smiled.
"Then you will have read the incident of the Combe Carey haunting? Mrs Barrets tomb? The case of Edmund Bickerstaff?"
With every name, Jacobs body grew tighter. Lockwood drew back from the repulsive man and swept his hand at him, George and me.
"Well that's us. We are Lockwood and Co.! And if you don't mind, your training has made Lucy into the finest assistant anyone can hope for!" Im sure I blushed. "So, Mr Jacobs, no point dwelling on bad things. Always best to look into the bright and happy future!"

With that, he walked away, George lumbering beside him. I stood for a minute, face to face with the man who's silly actions had cost the lives of my friends. But I had new friends now.
I sneered smugly at Jacobs before striding off to Lockwood. 

I lead Lockwood and George through the town in silence. The meeting with Jacobs has unnerved me but I couldn't let them see that.
We reached a familiar hill and I gasped in delights as I saw my tyre swing that Mary and I had made in the happy days before I joined Jacobs agency.
Why I was so happy, though, wasn't because of the swing. It was because of the person sitting on it.
"Mary!" I screamed and the figure lifted its head. I started to run up the hill to my beloved sister and we embraced tightly as soon as I reached her.
"Wow, Luce, your so tall!" I laughed at the remark and stood on my tip toes and looked down at my older sister. She laughed and pushed me away so I stumbled and fell off my toes.
I looked back and waved at Lockwood to hurry up. Mary, seeing them for the first time, raised an eyebrow at me.
"So?" She looked at me.
"So? So what?" I asked, disconcerted.
Mary laughed. "You know what!"
"What? No! It's not like that!" I exclaimed as I realised my sisters meaning.
Mary gave me a lopsided grin in a teasing way but she said no more.
"Ah, you must me Mary." Lockwood held out his hand in a courteous way. I laughed at Mary's expression.
"Does everyone speak like that in London?"
I laughed again. "Well, he always does."

We made our way down to the stables and I made a mental note to go and see Shadow, my horse. Something else had caught my attention. Something I didn't like.

My mother's house is on the outskirts of our town. It's a pretty house with a mowed front garden with beautiful flowers lining the path. Ivy had snuck its way up the house but even that had been made into something pretty, flowers stuck out of the leaves. A true homely place.
I hated it. 
And not just because of the sickening girly features. Also because of the woman who walked out the front door. My mum.