[Nope. Just like werewolves aren't real.]

Hello, Sheriff. Please come in. Your son isn't here right now but please, have a drink while you wait.

[As he walks towards the bar where James stood, he may notice the jars on the table filled with blue flame. The cafe itself is much warmer than outside and on the bar, when he gets there, is a glass of a clear blue liquid, obviously meant for him.]