[center][h3][color=f7976a]Devyn Haverly[/color][/h3][/center]

Devyn briefly startled as a tear in space-time opened in front of her, temporarily worrying that a human brain would plop out onto her lap. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Instead, it was a dossier for their first case of...Hellpact LLC. Great. Devyn was certain that name would give them a good foot in the door. Not only was it an uninviting name- it was also innaccurate because Devyn didn't even have nor want a pack, and she was almost positive that neither did Ross, who seemed to be one of the only other sane people there. Coincidence?. Probably not.

One of the reasons she began to doubt Elizabeth's normalcy was her apparent flippant disregard for human life, almost immediately dismissing the case of three mission children as stereotypical, or boring. Perhaps she wanted to seem jaded for appearance reasons. Ross called her out on it, and she had no intention of halting the conversation to further rag on the irish woman for her cynicism.

She folded one leg over the other and placed the dossier in her lap, flipping through the pages, looking at print-outs of social media posts. Wishing a very happy birthday to little Stevie about a year and a half ago, Kalel's dance recital, etc, etc. There was nothing on the dossier about warlocks or wizardy at all, which is why she found Carnation's question redundant. Then again, she was just a little girl and her attention span was probably too short to struggle through the information. Why they were working with a foul-mouthed child was beyond her grasp, but Devyn just hoped she would stay out of the way and not distract the investigation by misplacing her teddy bear or something to that effect.

To the experienced journalist their next move was clear- investigate the scene of the disappearence. She voiced this thought aloud.

[color=f7976a]"I don't think we'll learn anything from this manor. From the outside, everything is normal. We have to go to the place and see if we can find anything the police missed. Luckily, the children aren't confirmed dead, so the parents should be eager to answer questions to as many investigators as possible."[/color] It sounded a bit cynical, but it was generally true. Grieving parents are sick of the world, but worried parents are usually quite compliant to figures of authority. 

She glanced over at the child first, then the rest of the group as she spoke. [color=f7976a]"If the parents were involved in a pact that involved sacrificing their children to some dark power, it's obvious no one knows about it, or else they would have been arrested already. We have to search for parents and talk to the parents. The trail is getting colder by the minute- I'll meet you all there. If you've no transport you can carpool with me."[/color] Devyn slung the purse over her shoulder once more, standing from the couch.

[color=f7976a]"Thank you, Ms. Eve. We won't disappoint."[/color] She added over her own shoulder as the butler opened the door for her. Devyn gave the nameless man his thanks, then continued down the driveway with haste. Missing persons cases were very time reliant. The longer you waited, the more likely you were to find a corpse instead of a person.

A moment later, she was sitting in her rumbling car, pausing for a moment in case someone needed a ride. The passenger seat was crowded with her purse, a latop, and several loose papers, but the back two seats were mostly clear of obstruction.