Heavy with the scent of old paper and lemon oil, the library emanated calm. Tank reviewed his team. Agent Tess Morganna, wearing one of her lady business suits, was tapping away on her laptop. Tank didn’t need to be clairvoyant to know Tess was getting pushback from her superiors at the Federal Bureau of Supernatural Investigation. And the FBSI was getting pressure from everyone. There were only a baker’s dozen of supernatural communities in the US.

The police station admin, Bailey Pride, was setting up a crazy board for their poison pen case. With their increased funding, their tiny station had rented the library community center for the task force. Tank watched the excitement twitch along the curve of Bailey’s sexy back. He could tell see liked being a part of something bigger than herself. Tank made a mental note to talk to her again about returning to college, maybe some classes in criminal law.

Now Tess was sneaking peaks over her laptop at his deputy Jimmy Thunderbird’s ass as he tried to hook up the large screen. Tank knew Jimmy could fix anything effortlessly so the warlock was putting on a little show to entice the powerful witch. Tank watched the a dusky rose lush crept up the agent’s throat. Smiling to himself, Tank opened the door and waited for his other deputy Teddie Kodiak to come in.

“Did somebody say donuts?”

Teddie came in with a box of coffee and bag of hot donuts. Everyone applauded. Tank’s stomach grumbled approval. He knew Teddie would bring treats. He knew his team. Even though Tess had only been there a few weeks she fit in. She was one of their kind unlike the Robinsons. The humans have the whole world why would a human family buy a house here. This family had allegedly received the first letter but of course failed to save it. Tank had been digging into their past. It was perfectly normal too normal.

“Likely story,” Tank said around the still warm maple bacon donut. Even though they had arrested one suspect, a local werewolf who was secretly intimidating an old accomplice.. Tank could feel in his bones something was going on, something big. The screen flickered to life. Dr. Ray Tabitha filled the screen. Tank knew his town, knew his people. These nasty hate-filled letters were the work of outsiders. His hometown was a safe town. These outsiders were trying to destroy his people. That would never happen.

Jimmy stopped fooling around and turned on the screen. Dr. Lee Tabitha flicked onto the screen. The psychologist cleared his throat trying to win their attention from the pastries. Tank scoffed at babyface behavioralist. This kid was going to know his town more Tank did. If Tess thinks this adolescent bookworm was going to know the people of Zeus, PA better than Tank he’s eat his hat.

“Welcome, team you have quite the puzzle on your hands. I have reviewed your evidence file. Wow! Just wow. Anonymous letter writers as you know are almost exclusively locals. The writer needs sustained access to the personal history of the town. Someone with a grudge, someone with a score to settle, someone mild-mannered and above suspicion but bent. You have to stop himself before this hate escalates. But Sheriff Adolphus I’m sure you know all of this.”

Tank dropped his donut.