the phantom_

”My name is…”

Dean butted in, “I’m Brian Johnson, this is Malcolm Young.”

Wow, another good one, he thought again.

“We’re working with the police and building commission. Trying to gather information on the opera house.”

She raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused, “Oh yeah?”

Sam soft spoken, “We don’t want to bother you. We just wanted to know if you could offer any additional information.”

”We are trying to gather the building’s history.” Dean gave a bit of cheesy grin.

"Sure. Umm, can we just talk here?” Looking inside, she turned back, closing the door behind her. “It’s a mess in there.”

”No problem.” He hit Sam on the shoulder which prompted him to pull out his notepad again. “Well, for starters – your family built the theater. Correct?”

”Well, not technically.” She shook her head, black hair shaking across her shoulders. “They brought it over from France.”

”What do you mean?” Brown eyes questioning.

"My great-grandfather bought the building and they sent everything over on a boat. Brick by brick. They reconstructed it – Every inch.” Christine was impressed still to this day.

"And the chandelier?”

That sent a shiver down her spine.