Maybe nobody was home after all, he thought to himself. He was proven wrong when the door slowly opened and a small girl peered out from behind it before hesitantly letting him in. She knew what he was doing here and why and he briefly apologized for taking so long to look into her case. As soon as he entered the house, he let her speak. More or less, he was the kind of person who let the person explain what was going on while he glanced around for other key elements that were essential for solving this case. Everything she was telling him so far seemed like the typical ghost or haunting type of thing, again something that was not really his field of expertise. His usual cases involve him having to kill someone or something and detain people, question them, and then arrest them should they prove to be a criminal.<br/><br/>And, well, he could tell by the look on her face that she was shocked he wasnâ€™t a priest.<br/><br/>He looked at the pictures she handed him carefully, taking in every last detail. The family was definitely mysterious, intriguing, and he liked the old style of the picture. All he had to go on was what she was telling him, currently. He noted to look into this photo a little more, especially the one where the ghost had actually physically touched her; physical touch was never a good sign in cases like this. He may be dealing with a poltergeist or an evil spirit. If that was the case then this was going to be a difficult one and he did consider perhaps calling work to see if he could get someone out here to assist him. However, instead of reaching for his phone when he stuck his hand in his pocket he pulled out a small notepad and jotted down a few notes. He decided to keep the picture of the bruise for reference, not really caring if it was ok for him to do so or not.<br/><br/>â€œWell, Miss, if I wasnâ€™t here to help I wouldnâ€™t have come at all.â€ He said with a smile that was hopefully reassuring. Weston had an awkward smile that seemed to fit him oddly enough, but his teeth werenâ€™t in the best condition due to years of smoking. That was something in itself that tended to take away any charm he may have to him in the eyes of most though he knew this girl was too young to care. And of course he was not like that, simply taking a mental note that she was a cute kid after she gave him those signature puppy eyes that children loved to pull on him. He liked kids though he wouldnâ€™t ever have any of his own and for good reason. For even if he hadnâ€™t been here to help, sometimes those puppy eyes to tend to touch his heart and he couldnâ€™t say no.<br/><br/>He coughed lightly and looked at the picture in which her neck was bruised again. The expression on his face was still calm. It was definitely a childâ€™s hand mark. He looked at the girl again, seeing if he could see hints of the bruise still there around her neck, then back to the picture. â€œAnd this house is still fairly new, or so it looksâ€¦â€ he mumbled to himself, intrigued.<br/><br/>â€œMind if I step outside for a moment?â€ He asked casually, making an obvious excuse to smoke. Smoking helped him concentrate. â€œIf you donâ€™t mind I would like to check around outside, and perhaps the basement and attic, if you have one. I also may or may not call one of my co-workers, who knows this stuff better than I do.â€