Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Turner’s arrest.

Rosette and grandma Mayfair stepped up quickly and they ushered out the customers while making more sincere apologies.

When the cafe was emptied out, the ghosts dragged in Turner kicking and screaming at the top of his lungs.

“I will kill you, do you hear me you bitch, i will kill you. I am going to wring your neck like a chicken and smash your head with a hammer. I have killed a person before so adding one more to the list is not different. You better run and hide or else….”

The Saxon spirit had had enough so it sealed his mouth shut but that didn’t stop Turner from mumbling and glaring fiercely at Phoebe.

She on the other hand was unfazed by the threat and she rather continued to stare at him condescendingly. As a murderer with blood stained hands, what right did he have to threaten her?

What is it that she had ruined? Had Shark made a move even though she told him not to do it. In order to know more she needed his mouth to be sealed first.

She pulled closer a chair and sat down and within seconds, grandma Mayfair who was already on the phone with the police did the same. She had a ladle in hand that she was firmly wielding as a weapon. If Turner so much as came close to Phoebe, she was going to personally beat him up. Looking at those finger marks around her granddaughter’s neck was very heartbreaking.

“Are you okay?” she touched Phoebe’s slightly red bruised neck.

Phoebe nodded, and she gave her attention to Turner who had been pushed down onto the ground by the ghosts. Sylvester was even sitting on his back.

“I am going to ask the ghost to let you go and unseal your mouth but if you so much as make a move to attack me or my people here you are as good as dead. I want to know what you are accusing me of so nod your head if you understand.”

He nodded and Phoebe ordered the spirit to let him go. Sylvester also got off his back.

Although he was acting all macho, Turner was afraid of ghosts, he had tasted their strength so he remained composed but he collected as much saliva as he could and spat on the floor, his loathing look never leaving Phoebe.

“Eeeww, that is just gross!!!” Connie jumped away and asked Sylvester moved to fetch a mop.

None of them reminded the teenage girl that the spit could not touch her as she was a ghost and grandma Mayfair who was losing patience hit Turner on the head with her ladle as she had long wished.

“You bastard, i will use this to scoop out your eyes.” she threatened.

Phoebe put a hand on her grandmother and encouraged her to calm down.

“You, talk.” she ordered him.

He scoffed folded his lips, refusing to reveal his reason for attacking her. His behavior just sprinkled more confusion on everyone. He had been shouting vulgarities and making threats bravely so why clam up now?

The ringing of Phoebe’s phone diverted their attention for a few seconds. She looked at the caller, it was Shark so she picked up the call immediately. She did not intend to shield Turner anymore, she was not a ghost and he was now a danger to her.

“Shark, you have called right on time, someone just assaulted me. Please come to the cafe as soon as possible, the assailant is still here.”

“I am actually pulling in to Cerene apartments parking right now Pheebs and i am coming all the way from the Mayfair free clinic. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Mason’s mother died last night.” Shark hangup suddenly.

Phoebe lowered her hand slowly and she turned her head to Turner. Even though she was not one hundred percent certain, one thing she was certain of was that there was a possible connection between the two events.

“Mason’s mother is dead.” she said softly.

She was in a little bit of shock because she had been receiving daily updates in the form of texts from a doctor who was providing them at Andre’s request. The last one she received had shared good news, telling her that she was ready to be moved from the ICU to a recovery room that had been prepared. Even the caretaker had been found and paid a full month’s salary upfront.

The ghosts were equally shocked as well and the only one in the cafe that was confused was grandma Mayfair.

“How?” Rosette asked.

Phoebe shook her head. “I don’t know….”

The door opened and Shark hurried inside, walking with so much energy and he pounced on Turner immediately, putting handcuffs on his hands.

“You are under arrest for the murder of Mason Caldwell and Desire Caldwell, two counts of insurance fraud and physical assault….”

“Attempted murder of my granddaughter too.” Grandma Mayfair added to the list of crimes.

Shark adjusted his words, “Attempted murder, you have the right to remain silent and anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one….”

Turner pushed back against “Let go, get off me, let go..”

While Turner was struggling, more officers walked into the cafe and dragged him away. He was till shouting threats as he was dragged out.

“I will kill you witch, you ruined our lives, not even the police will be able to stop me….”

He passed by Amon who chopped him on the back of the neck, shutting him up as he fell into a state of unconsciousness immediately. Because of his status, none of the other officers batted an eye or said a word.

“Send him to central, book him and dump him in an interrogation room. Do not give him any food or water and crank up the air conditioning. Tell detective Johns to get a full confession from him.”

“Yes sir.” they responded loudly and left.

Amon shut the door and locked it behind him, ignoring the unhappy looks he was getting from Shark who wanted to close the case personally.

He stopped in front of Phoebe and pulled out a chair, sitting down and facing her. For a moment, everyone held their breath curiously to hear what he heard to say. If he was in the cafe, he was there was as a ghost catcher, not a police man. Arresting criminals was not his work, he was internal affairs.

Phoebe got this sudden sinking feeling in her stomach and it made her want to retch. A part of her wanted to cover her ears so that she would not listen to what he was going to say.

All she knew was that it would not be good news in light of all that was going on.

“I warned you Phoebe, i told you that ghosts and the living should not mix. Perhaps if you had come to me about this case we could have worked together to prevent this tragedy. Unfortunately, because you acted as you please and fulfilled the wish of a ghost, three lives have been lost today.’