Skinwalker

Chapter 8

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Anwen picked up Blackie and hugged the cat, “What did they say?” she asked.

            Victor gave a small smile that almost seemed like a smirk to Logan. “They caught the perpetrators. It was a bunch of small-time art thieves. They thought you were easy pickings since you live alone. Apparently, they receive word that your parents left some of their works in the house,” he explained.

            “But they didn’t,” Anwen said in surprise.

            “Exactly why they left.”

            Logan frowned, taking the toast out and getting the butter, “That doesn’t explain the mess they made. I mean- what was with the blood and everything?”

            Victor shrugged, “The men were injured but wouldn’t explain what happened. Maybe they ran into something they didn’t expect,” he said.

            “Like what?” Anwen asked with a frown.

            “Ghost maybe?” Victor teased.

            Anwen looked horrified, “My house is haunted!?”

            “Annie- don’t let that jerk wind you up,” Logan said, “Your house isn’t haunted. There’s no such thing as ghost. I thought the police took samples of the blood on the walls,” he added to Victor, looking suspicious, “And why didn’t they call Annie instead?”

            “How should I know?” Victor asked, sitting at the breakfast nook and filling a bowl with cereal, “And the blood samples came back a mixture of human and animal.”

            Logan frowned, still not completely satisfied with his story.

            After breakfast was eaten and cleared away, Victor stretched, “I have to head home. Father has returned from his business trip to Tokyo,” he said, “I’ll see you around then Anwen.”

            At once Anwen turned crimson once more and couldn’t look him in the eye as she nodded and bade him farewell.

            “Good, he’s finally gone,” Logan muttered, “I better get to work. And don’t you have school?”

            Anwen had half a mind to skip school again and go to the pond but she decided against it and went upstairs to get her things after Logan left with Hatter at his heels.

“Welcome home father,” Victor greeted, seeing his father in the study, bent over his writing desk.

            Charles Hargreaves looked up, “Ah, yes- Victor. How have things been for you?” he asked, looking back at the letter he was writing.

            “Fine. Did you go and see Uncle Charlie? He’s been behaving odder than usual lately,” he said, sitting down on the seat by his father’s desk.

            “Yes, I went to visit him. The servants have given him more blankets for winter,” he glanced up at his fourth son, “Is anything the matter?”

            Victor shrugged, “How… how did you know mum was the one? I mean- after James’ mother was killed… What made you go for… you know- one of their kind?” he asked, knotting his fingers together in front of him as he leaned back, trying to look casual.