What to do with a big pile of stolen property...

It's a good question, one I don't have an answer to, mainly because I'm stuck behind bars. With my friend Blake booted off the case, attention turns to me. Apparently, I'm a pilfering mastermind. One who calls the cops to tattle on themselves, after the fact. Just ignore the guy who broke into the shop to steal those items. So not only am I stuck with multiple copies of Geyser's eighth journal, again, but the blame for who knows how many stolen supernatural items.

Oh, and apparently not all those around me can be trusted. Because I needed more on my plate.