Monster Mash || Bobby & Jo
"I don't know, Steve, that's what I'm trying to tell you. I've never heard of anything like that before," Jo said into the phone, a former Roadhouse connection had called for help on a job he was working and Jo was doing what she could. Unfortunately, she wasn't finding much. "I'll keep looking, but I've never heard of a chupacabra doing that, I think you're going to have to accept this job isn't so simple anymore. ....... Yeah, I'll call if I find anything."
She hung up and slammed the book she was reading from closed, a puff of fine dust flying out from it's pages and into her face. Nothing. All she'd gotten from an afternoon of research was a pounding headache. Whoever said there was nothing new under the sun clearly hadn't been paying attention to the monsters lately. Werewolves were attacking on a half moon, monsters that had never been seen out of their home countries were popping up all over the world, freaking dragons were roaming the countryside and new creatures, things no one had ever seen or heard of before, were showing their ugly faces. Like those little grey things that would pop up every now and again to cause trouble, like some annoying little trickster minion.
How the hell were you supposed to kill something no one had ever heard of before? There were always the old standbys - salt, iron, silver, etc. but they didn't work on everything. It was frustrating as hell trying to research things that had literally never happened before. If anyone was going to have answers, it would be Bobby.
Jo considered calling him, but she was going stir crazy. It felt good to be doing legitimate hunting work, even if it was just research for someone else's case. She'd put so much effort into the bar lately, working to get her sea legs back after being dead and resurrected, that she hadn't done much hunting. Leaving the useless book on the coffee table, Jo grabbed her keys and slung her bag over her shoulder, heading out to her car. The drive to Bobby's was familiar and didn't require much thought; as she got out of the car and headed up to his porch, she almost felt as though she were coming home.
"Bobby!" she called, rapping her knuckles against his door, "Bobby, it's Jo, open up."
