No sooner had the girl went up stairs, Weston plucked a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and stepped outside. He pulled out his cell phone and spoke a few words to the woman on the other line while he took a look around. This case seemed to confuse her as well, and she eventually agreed to meet him at the address so she could check out the situation for herself. The call was terminated afterwards. There were quite a few things that were just not adding up; all the usual signs were not there and it made him wonder just what the hell this haunting was. No scratch marks were on the side of the house and there werenâ€™t any sort of voodoo dolls, seals or anything that may have indicated the spirit was bound here against its will. Overall this case was, needless to say, definitely, was not something along the lines of a clichÃ© case.<br/><br/>He had been working on finishing his second cigarette when the woman, about early forties so a little older than he was, long hair, cross around her neck with the appearance of some kind of retired nun showed up. Despite her appearance, Rachel was a rather rough woman who has had quite a bit of experience in dealing with the paranormal. They exchanged a few words before she looked around herself. Unlike Weston, who dealt more with experiments gone wrong and other similar cases, she specialized in exorcisms and driving out evil spirits.<br/><br/>â€œThis is quite interesting, Wes, I really canâ€™t find much here other than some subtle signs of a few maybe minor hauntings. There is definitely something here.â€ She told him when she was finally done looking around the place, scowling a bit when she discovered he was texting who she assumed was his partner Mark with yet another cigarette hanging out of his mouth. â€œCould you look a little more professional? Since the resident is a child, Iâ€™m sure she doesnâ€™t want to see you acting like a kid. Get off the phone and put the cancer stick out or else one of these days youâ€™ll end up being one of those people with a hole in their neck.â€<br/><br/>Weston only sighed. â€œRelax, â€˜motherâ€™. I didnâ€™t call you out here so Iâ€™d have the luxury of screwing around.â€ He handed her his notepad, he made damn sure he didnâ€™t miss anything. She of all people, aside from his partner, should know he wasnâ€™t someone who screwed around. It was obvious that she was just messing with him. It may seem like they hated each other at first but in reality they respected each other and did what needed to be done for any case. Rachel was just one of those people who did not like it when people didnâ€™t seem to take things seriously. Even if Weston always took his job very seriously she still wanted to keep him on track.<br/><br/>She glanced over his notes carefully, even if his handwriting wasnâ€™t the greatest in her opinion and was hard to read. The picture was what stood out the most. She stared at it for a long time, so focused that it made Weston wonder if looking at it froze her or something. â€œI think Iâ€™ll speak to the girl about this, not to steal your thunder or anything.â€<br/><br/>â€œShe was heading into her room, I think. Iâ€™ll join you momentarily after I finish this.â€<br/><br/>Rachel gave him a nod, and then went inside to speak with the girl.