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Her mouth opened, but her words faded at the crunch of snow behind him. And her face fell faster than he’d tumbled off the motorcycle. He turned to find an older man in a puffy vest, his face pale and distraught. Must be the homeowner.
“What happened out here?” he gasped, his eyes widening. He scanned Gunn’s bike then the damage to his wall. “I was informed only one person would assist us. This isn’t the place for your boyfriend to visit.”
Her cheeks burned bright red. “Oh, no, no. H-he isn’t my boyfriend,” Cyra fumbled over her words. “He just works with me.”
“Two people attend each job for security reasons,” Gunn blurted out. “Sometimes hauntings can get out of control.” He extended his hand toward the man. “Hi, I’m Gunn, your friendly neighborhood supernatural hunter.”