Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 293

Chapter 293: A ghost commissioned a murder!

“Me! What are you accusing me of?” The psychologist ghost pointed an index finger at itself. “Why in God’s name would you think that? Do I look like a psycho child killer to you?” It continued to ask.

Phoebe scoffed. “What do you mean by why? I have every right to suspect you because you walked into my office a few days ago and asked me to kill a child. If I recall correctly, you said that I would regret chasing you away. It is not far-fetched for me to think that you did something to make good on your words.”

Because the conversation could be heard on Phoebe’s end, the men turned their ears to her. They were all wondering if they had heard the same thing. A ghost had tried to commission a murder of a child!!

“What….” David started but Shark pulled him back.

In the heat of the moment, the detective lost all the reverence he had for a Saxon. If ghosts were commissioning murder, they had entered new investigation territory that was far beyond the scope of what police officers learned at the Fog National State Police Academy.

The therapist was now floating back and forth, the ghostly way of pacing. “So, you thought that I killed a child because of what I said? You got this all twisted my dear ghost seeing lady. The boy I want you to kill is a psychopath, a born killer. The bones discovered today belong to one of his victims.”

Phoebe’s eyelids flicked. “One of his victims? There is more than one dead person?”

The anxious ghost nodded. “Yes, those ghost kids you saw me with yesterday are victims too. I have been keeping my eyes on him he is up to no good. I am afraid that he already has his eye on his next target.”

The words troubled Phoebe and made Grandma Mayfair gasp.

“I need to hear all the information you have on this kid.” Phoebe’s lips trembled.

Fear gnawed at her and regret knocked on the gate of her heart. If she had not been too quick to dismiss the therapist maybe there would be no new target. Her eyes, wide and glassy, darted about as though searching for a way to escape the truth.

“I was wrong. This woman wasn’t the killer. Why did I just brush her off and not listen to her at the very least.” Thoughts run wild in her head.

“Pheebs! Pheebs!”

She heard someone call her name and jolt her out of the half trance like state that she had dived into.

“Pheebs there is an emergency at work, I have to leave are you okay with that or do you need me to stay?” Collin asked, there was a lot of uncertainty in his voice because she looked so out of it.

“I am okay, you can leave. There is more that I need to find out about this case. You can’t help me even if you stay back anyway.” Phoebe sank into the nearest chair.

Collin hesitated for he didn’t know why she was acting weird and he didn’t want to leave her in that state, his eyes shifted from her to David.

“Don’t worry man, I will look out for her.” David nodded once to assure him.

He normally accompanied Phoebe on ghost adventures, Collin did not, he had a company to run.

“I need a private place.” Phoebe stood up.

She could not keep the interview room indefinitely occupied and also didn’t want the conversation to fall into the ears of outsiders.

The closest place she could think of was the office of the medical examiner, Claire’ office to be specific. Besides the body had to have been taken to the medical examiner’s office and she wanted to know the cause of death.

“Shark gather all documents, pictures and everything related to the case and bring it to Claire’s office. Nana, David, let’s go.”

She rallied everyone and they left through the back door, exiting the main building without press interference this time. They got into the van and were driven to the medical examiner’s office.

Claire was inside her office studying an x-ray with one hand while biting into a muffin when the door to her office was pushed open and Phoebe walked in.

“Pheebs!” Claire spoke through a full mouth; she placed the muffin that she was holding on a saucer. She smiled slyly like a child caught stealing sugar, put down the picture and wiped her hands with a white tissue.

“I thought you were on a diet?” Phoebe arched an eyebrow.

“Look at me, do i need a diet.” Claire opened a canned soda.

Shaking her head, Phoebe dismissed Claire’s excuse and focused on why she had come. “I need to borrow your office; I have a ghost client…..”

“No need to explain, I get it.” Claire pressed a remote button and blinded the windows.

Phoebe waved her hand and invited both ghosts and humans into the office. Once everyone was settled, she cast a visibility spell and all ghosts in the room could be seen by the human eyes.

They were familiar with Connie, so all of them looked at the psychologist ghost. The ghost stared right back, observing them even more than they were doing to her.

“This is not natural.” the ghost said.

The humans wanted to tell her that it was just the same for them. Seeing ghosts was not natural after all and they should have been the ones to say what it had just said.

Grandma Mayfair cleared her throat “You must be our new lovely client; I promise that whatever it is we are going to do our best to help you.”

She was dying to know more about the woman and the dead children.

“That’s right so begin by introducing yourself, I don’t even know your name.” Phoebe sat in a chair and leaned back.

Claire tapped the table continuously; her eyes were glued to the phone. “I do…I do! At first i wasn’t sure so I had to check. She’s America Slater.” She announced like everyone was supposed to recognize the name.

All she received were blank stares. “Come on guys she won multiple awards in her field including a the Komunga grant and the field medal for outstanding achievements in psychology.”

“Nothing, I haven’t heard of her until today but no offense it is still nice to meet you.” David stretched his hand forward a shake but retrieved it on remembering that America was a ghost.

Shark scratched his head. “I think that i may know her, but I can’t remember…. ooh that’s right. You’re the dead lady that rolled down the stairs accidentally and died at the Sanderson mental wellness institute, right?”

“That’s one shitty way to die.” Connie commented a carrot in her hand. She chomped on it with abandon, each bite a noisy collision of teeth and the carrot that echoed through the office.

The Saxon spirit gave her a warning gaze. “If you want to stay then stay quiet girl.”

The corners of America’s lips tilted just enough to form an amused smile. “You are right detective I did roll down the stairs and die but it wasn’t accidental.

I was pushed down the stairs by an eleven-year-old kid. Pushed is a simple way to put it, let me rectify it. I was murdered by an eleven-year-old client of mine.”