It wasn't the best night to be stuck in the stixs but that's where Erik found himself, having escaped a sheriff who seemed to want to do more harm than good he eluded the law once again. The 'career' felon eventually made his way back to down, sweaty, smelly and worse than he was when he left in the pursuit. It was a sore night, not one he had to repeat but he had to think did he just get Jasmine arrested? Was it all his fault and what did she see at the motel? A ghost, poltergeist, zombie? He didn't have time to see or check, it was something that was missed. There was something about that wall, the orb and other things that happened within the day. They were being watched, by someone or something.

Answers.

That's what Erik needed, answers to his questions. These would have to be pulled from the mouths of the unwilling, the Black family and anyone associated with this whole mystery. It was a lot, and violence never resulted in anything good. Heading down to the meeting he was torn, on what to do or what to say. This left him in a cold kind of side-stepped stance as he orbited around Caspin and those who showed their ugly mugs to them. 

He'd have to think on this for now, let people speak and double back. Though nothing about this felt right.

[@Punished GN]