"What were you doing following the FBI?" Jack stood awkwardly waiting for Finn to return.

"He was looking for a case." Jaden walked into the living room and sat down on the couch directly beside Jack.

"Correction: I was tracking a case." Finn responded from the kitchen. He walked into the living room and stood beside Jack with a towel draped over his shoulder. "I knew about the fires, and predicted the next likely location. Once I saw the FBI I assumed that they were heading to the fires, if they weren't they were going towards something even more exciting, and I'd rather have been there anyways." Finn stuck his hands in his pockets and stood looking at Jaden. Jaden looked back him.

"What?" Jaden asked uncomfortably.

"What do you have so far on your case?" Jack looked at Finn. Finn returned his look with a nod of approval.

"Thank you." Finn pulled the towel off his shoulder and draped it over Jack's, and then sat in his chair. "Well I never told you what the men said when I went to, uh, talk with them." Finn redirected his attention to Jaden. "After some convincing, they said something about a boss, which you know I wasn't surprised about, and so-"

"That's what you were waiting for?" Jaden looked at Finn. "That's what you wanted?"

"What do you mean? I was looking for a name, so I-"

"You just wanted me to ask you?" Jaden sighed.

"Yes, I like answering questions. Anyways, so I asked them once again who their boss was, and they were all like 'Don't hurt us! We've never seen the man!' and I-"

"What is wrong with you?" Jaden scrunched up his eyebrows.

"Nothing? So I eventually got the name Ali. But they still couldn't give me a description, other than some middle eastern accent. I gave up on that, and started asking them about some of the weirder stuff-"

"Why? You're not thinking of investigating that ghost woman? Don't mess with that stuff, it's bad!" Jaden blurted out.

"Why not? I like a challenge, I like a mystery. So I asked them about the weirder stuff, and they said they didn't have anything to do with that. I'm thinking we should try and get there quicker to try and investigate it, see if we can catch her and talk."

"Ay dios, no! Not with me paying you!"

"You don't have to catch her to talk with her. I've talked to-" Jack spoke up. Finn stopped him.

"Yes, that's lovely. I'm sure you did. I'm not interested in talking with spirits. I'm interested in discovering how this woman keeps doing this and passing off as a ghost."

"Yeah, but she is a spirit, in a sense." Jack interrupted again.

"Which makes it dangerous! It's voodoo or demons or something very bad, you shouldn't mess with that stuff! I'm not going to!" Jaden sat back down, and crossed his arms.

"Yes, well regardless of what she is, I want to know, I want to talk to her." Finn replied skeptically.

"But she is like a spirit, and she's not evil. She's like an angel! She's been helping me." Jack took up the defense.

"You what?" Finn sat up.

"She's been helping me. I'm here because I listened to her, and followed her from fire to fire."

"Ok, so not a spirit, sí?" Jaden uncrossed his arms. "Just a woman, like Finn said." Jaden cleared his throat nervously. Finn nodded to himself and pulled out his phone.

"No, she specifically told me, she was from, like, a separate world, a spirit."

"But, you don't have proof, she's just saying this." Jaden tried to reason.

"I have it written down!" Jack dropped his bag, and pulled out a stack of folded scraps of paper, putting the envelope back in the bag before handing it off to Jaden. "See? Every time we went to a fire, she went into the building and helped people out before it collapsed, and she never let me follow her in. She may not actually be a spirit in the same way we would describe it, but she's definitely not from our world, or at least not actively participating in it's-" Jack glanced at Finn, who was furiously typing on his phone. "What are you doing?" Jack looked at Finn.

"Leave me be, I'm still listening." Finn kept typing and scrolling, not looking up.

"No you're not."

"I heard all that mattered, you had contact with this woman. She claims to be a spirit." Finn glanced up. "What more do I need to know?"

"You could at least pretend to be listening. I thought this was what you wanted to know about most." Jack gave him hurt eyes. Jaden jumped up, and rushed over to Jack.

"Let me show you where you'll be sleeping, yeah?" Jaden patted Jack's shoulder. Jack nodded, and followed him down the hall. Jaden opened a door, and ushered Jack in. It was a little office with a desk and a short couch. The desk was organized but completely covered in everything imaginable. A laptop was resting on the chair in front of the desk. Jaden pointed at the couch.

"I've been sleeping on the couch in here, but I can take the living room couch." Jack walked over to the couch and sat down, glancing around the room. "This way you can have some privacy, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Jaden nodded, satisfied, then walked back out of the room. He gently closed the door, then stormed down the hall. "What is wrong with you, Finn?" Finn looked up at Jaden, from his spot on the couch. He stared blankly. "Why do you always act like this? Do you hate people? Do you even know how to talk to people?"

"Well-" Finn blinked.

"Look, I can put up with you, but you're not going to treat my hermano like that, comprendes? You-You-" Jaden started breathing heavily, "¡Disculpas! ¡Ahora!"

"So flustered that you can't even form sentences in Spanish?"

"Cállate," Jaden growled. "I'm done with your-"

"Calm down, and watch your language around the kid."

"I wasn't going to-"

"I know you were. Anyways, no harm done." Finn stood up, and started walking towards the front door. "I was listening to the kid, so I've no clue why he was so upset." The doorbell rang, and Finn opened the door. A heavyset man stood outside the door with a stack of papers.

"Finn," the man started. Finn grabbed the papers and tried to slam the door, but the man forced his way in."Nice to see you too. Who's this?" The man gestured at Jaden.

"I'm Jaden." Jaden stuck out his hand for a shake. The man shook his hand.

"Greg Marshal."

"Such a shame you two can't sit down and chat, since you were just leaving, Greg." Finn tried to push him back out the door. Jack, upon hearing a new voice, peeked out the door and stood in the hall. Marshal caught a glimpse of Jack before he could be forced out the door, and quickly turned back inside the house.

"Why is there a teenage boy in your house?"

"That's just Jake, ignore him."

"It's actually Jack." Jack corrected.

"Like I said, ignore him, he doesn't exist."

"Is he your brother? Have you had another brother this whole time and never told me?"

"No I-"

"Is he your son? Oh my God Finn, how young were you?"

"No, he's not my-"

"He's just a runaway boy." Jaden spoke up. Finn glared at him.

"A what? That's definitely worse than if he were your son." Marshal grabbed Finn's arm and started whispering. "Do we need to have another talk? I thought you said you felt better and you weren't going to do anything stupid anymore since you killed that-"

"Bye, Greg." Finn opened the door, and pushed Marshal out.

"This conversation isn't-" Finn closed the door.

"Actually it is!" FInn yelled through the door. Jack walked down the hall towards Jaden and Finn.

"Who was that?"

"He's one of the detectives at the police department, and the only one that tolerates me."

"He's with the police?" Jack tensed up, and even Jaden looked concerned.

"Yes he was here to give me information about the case."

"Oh." Jack calmed down a bit.

"How much does he know?" Jaden blurted.

"Nothing. He doesn't know what any of this links to. I'm not about to give them information for free, I'm going to solve this before they can, before the FBI can."

Jaden let out a sigh. "How much information did you get?"

"Well," Finn flipped through the papers quickly, "unfortunately there doesn't seem to be anyone in North or South Carolina with a description that fits the one given by those men that also happens to have motive, access, ability, and the brain to orchestrate the fires. We'll have to move onto the next most likely place, which I have already predicted and located." FInn looked at his phone. "It's also getting late, we'll need to get take out somewhere and leave immediately."

"Where are we going? Somewhere close?" Jaden asked.

"Virginia. I want Chinese."

"What?" Jaden looked at Finn.

"Food. Get it. Chinese preferably." Finn handed him some money, and walked back into the living room. Jaden walked to the door to leave, and Jack followed him.

"Hey, hermano, stay here. Go talk with him, ok?" Jaden leaned in and whispered. "I know he's hard to get along with, but try. I'm afraid of what he'll do if I leave him alone."

"Ok." Jack nodded. Jaden smiled, thanked him, and left the house. Jack sighed and turned back towards the living room. It's not that he hated him, or didn't even like him. It was just hard to talk to him, near impossible. He didn't respond to anything.

"Are you going to stand at the door and wait like a dog, or are you going to move?" Finn yelled from the living room. Jack walked into the living room and sat across from Finn.