LOCKWOOD & CO - A wedding

13

Today was the wedding reception. 

It was okay I guess but I finally found out who the groom was.

"I'm sorry can you repeat your name?" I was shocked. He was like my best friend when we were younger so the fact that he hadn't mentioned his engagement with my sister yesterday when I saw him was like a hit to the face. "I mean, I don't really have a problem with that, it's just a  little unexpected, That's all."

He looked down at me with a sheepish smile, "No one told you? Aren't you one of the bridesmaids?"

"Yeah well, no one tells me anything," I argue. George turns and just puts a hand on my shoulder, knows I'd get myself in trouble if I continue.

 So the man who is marrying my sister is the son of a man I despise. 

Goddamnit, why'd it have to be Benjamin Jacobs?

"Coraline's youngest sister is feisty, note taken." He chuckled to himself, ruffling my hair before going off to mess around somewhere else. 

"Well, on the bright side luce, this'll be over soon." Holly smiled. 

"Why did Jacobs have a child? Not only that but a snobby looking one at that." I sighed. "He thinks he has never met me. But we have!" I groaned, "Not only that but he knows I worked for his dad. Also, why did he ruffle my hair like that?! Like who does he think he is!"

The others lead me into a separate room to get all my anger out and Lockwood came in. "So I'm assuming you met the groom? He tried to talk business with me for some odd reason, something about hiring him as a supervisor or something of the sorts. Very odd man."

"He's Jacobs, son, as in the Agency Jacobs." I groaned.

"Ah, how pleasant."

"You learned that I made a kids nose bleed when I was younger at Johns house correct?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, that was the kid."

Lockwood gave me a look. "So this man is marrying your sister?"

"Yes."

"Well that is literally the worst thing to happen in a while, let's hurry this up then, shall we? We're meeting with his father after this anyway."

Everyone's heads popped up at this. "What? I know our dear Lucy here may end up killing him but we need information if we are to go to Wythburn."

I sighed and got up, "Sure, let's get this over with."

We climbed out of the taxi to a large home, one I had only been in before when there had been a problem in the house. Looks like Jacob bought it.

The group of us walked up to the door, wearing our normal attire when speaking to clients or on a job. When we ringed the bell I had to remind my self that we were here on business not to kill the man. Although after this meeting he seems to be fair game.

The familiar man opened the door, still tall and thin, a sad smile on his face, our eyes meet. "Miss Carlyle, I'm sorry."

"Let us just speak," I reply with.

We entered the home, following him into an office room. He pulled another chair so there's enough for all of us. We found our seats, all but Lockwood who stood behind me hands resting on the top of the chair.

"You are here for the information I have on the case yes?" He reached for a folder and proceeded to slide it across the desk in front of us. "All the details of every happening recorded is in that file. I hope it is what you need."

Lockwood spoke up, "This is the information on the Wythburn case? Tell us, what is the information you have on the experience."  I knew that even though we still had the papers first had cases can tell a lot. I'm just glad he isn't prying out of me.

"I assumed that Miss Carlyle had told you everything about that."

"It is a sensitive subject, you of all people would understand," Lockwood spoke, frowning. 

"I completely understand. I shall begin with the original person who had been the first witness. The original witness had been very frantic because the had lived not too far away and her child had been ghost touched and at the time was in the hospital unstable, from what I know the child lived. As for the haunting itself, for the most part, I was not there. In the beginning, I had been there for the set up of the agents' work. I was a very scared and selfish man and had been foolish for not heading Miss Carlyle warning because as they were cleaning I heard yelling and thought they were fooling around. It was a long while of waiting for them that I began to become suspicious. I had entered the building to find only Miss Carlyle alive. It was a dreadful sight and I called authorities as fast as I could. The bodies had been ghost touched. Authorities had talked to Miss Carlyle in an ambulance, she had been telling them about a violent spirit who had spoken to her." Jacobs visibly upset, "In the morning they had her interviewed by DEPRAC and she had remembered nothing about the last few moments of the accident."

"How many were killed?" George asked.

"Seven." Jacobs looked down. He looked very sad. I began to feel bad for the old man. He was about eighty now and he looked to be very sorry. I know what he did was very wrong but at least he felt sorry for it.

I smiled softly at him, "I'm sorry that you've suffered from this. I know what you should've done but you helping us now is making everything slightly better."

He smiled back at me, "I pray for that."