Hope and I walked into the bank and a detective stopped us. She had auburn hair in a ponytail and a black trench coat. "How did you get into this crime scene?"
"Pete let us through after shooting me several dozen times," I said.
She got a confused look on her face and then talked into her radio. "Pete, what the hell is this? You can't let civilians onto a crime scene!"
"Calm down, Lisa," Pete said. "You know how monsters are real now? Well he's one of them. Apparently they're monster crime investigators or something."
"You really believed that? Anyone can say anything Pete. You of all people should know that," Lisa said.
"I shot him in the face multiple times. He's the real deal, Lisa," Pete said.
"The magician has many tricks at his disposal, but never the assistant," Lisa said, sliding over to Hope. She pulled out her gun and aimed it under Hope's chin. "What about her Pete? Is she the real deal? Let's see if she bleeds."
