Sam sighed running a hand through his hair. "Or maybe the monster is just good at hiding them." He retorted, a little annoyed with his brother right now. It was funny how he was younger but more mature, and sometimes less irritable. "How long ago was the most recent victim?" He asked, focusing on the door and sliding the card into the slot before pulling it out. He opened the door, holding it for his brother and rolling his eyes, before moving inside and starting to unpack, being the more neat one of the two, or course. "We should probably check to see if the victims actually checked out, or if they just kinda..disappeared.." Sam explained, shrugging and starting to put some clothes away in the drawers.

The blonde just watched the two, forcing a smile back, and as soon as the two brothers had left, her hand went to her warm forehead. She hated dealing with people, they were so judgmental, and a lot of them were assholes. Her green eyes glanced at the car as Karen asked about the car. "A 1967 Chevrolet Impala." Lucille retorted, sighing and gripping the bag a bit tighter, listening to what Karen had to say. "Sounds like a plan." She said, grinning and looking at Karen. "You gonna use your tits or your wit." She joked, nudging her friend.