Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Solutions to a monster.

After my death I was furious, so much so that I wanted to kill him, but I couldn’t touch him physically. I gave up when I saw all the ghost children that were hovering around him. Most I recognized from all the research I had done and poor Diana, she clung to me as soon as she saw me.

I felt…feel responsible for her death, there was only one way I could think of to make up for it and it is to get rid of Humphrey permanently so that no child would ever fall prey to him again.

The only solution I could think of was to have someone kill him.”

She stopped and accepted a glass of water from Connie; after gulping it all down, she looked at Phoebe. The story was done, now everyone knew how she had died, why and who killed her.

Phoebe buried her head briefly in her hands “So that’s why you came to me.” Her voice was soft but loud enough for all to hear.

America nodded vehemently. “I went to one shaman and two seers before you, but they were fake. I heard about you through the ghost grapevine, so I found my way to you.

After everything that you have heard, I am sure you agree with me, this monster cannot be left out there. He needs to die, Humphrey Whitlock will never stop killing, he enjoys it too much to do so. No amount of therapy, medicine or rehabilitation will fix him.”

Phoebe started scratching the top of her ear, she just didn’t know what to do. Nobody in the room was being helpful, they were all unnaturally silent as if they had heard nothing.

A message came to David’s phone informing him that Humphrey Whitlock wasn’t home, so he responded and told his men to escort Janet Shumer to a safe place and also keep an eye on the place. Their orders remained the same, they were to grab Humphrey as discreetly as possible when they saw him.

He was determined not to put Phoebe in a hard position of having to make the decision about Humphrey’s fate.

“Alright what’s the plan?” David asked as he placed his phone back into his brown woolen jacket pocket.

He looked around too, especially at Shark who was on his phone. Grandma Mayfair was just sighing, and Claire was on her computer checking something.

Before anyone could respond, Claire announced that the results of the autopsy where back.

“Kendall Smith died from internal bleeding, in a layman’s language, her skull cracked open after a hard fall. She must have been pushed with a lot of force; the poor kid had no chance.”

“Well, we already knew that.” Grandma Mayfair shifted in the chair, it was wooden and uncomfortable causing pain to her rear end. It was starting to make her cranky.

Shark shook his head, his eyes closed. ” We need to search the play house and find the evidence, the trophies that he keeps. There is a possibility that he is still holding onto them and keeping them in the same place since America’s death made him feel safe. We might also find her phone there, my partner has told me that it was not discovered at the scene of her death.”

“Even after all you have heard you are clearly still underestimating this boy. He is very smart; he must have destroyed all the evidence by now or moved it. You also don’t have reasonable cause to search that playhouse, no judge is going to sign one for you basing on the words of a ghost.

You are impulsive at times Shark; I can help you get the search warrant that you need but what if you find nothing incriminating enough to arrest him on? Then you will have warned him that someone is watching him.” David curled his lips upwards.

America saw the point in David’s words. “And his parents will claim that the police is persecuting their family, his mother especially. If you muddle up the investigation at the beginning, even if you find evidence later on, you might not be able to arrest him. My worry is Janet Shumer his supposed next victim.”

David raised his hand to dismiss her words. “She is at a safe house, he cannot get to her.”

A sigh of relief left America like a soft gust of wind through trees after hearing David’s words.

“I cannot tell you how relieved i am to hear that.”

Phoebe clapped once. “This kid is only eleven years old, which means that if we hand him over to the police. He will be taken to a juvenile center and will be released when he turns eighteen! Who knows what kind of monster he will have evolved into by then?” She spoke through pursed lips.

“We could argue insanity and have him locked away for life.” Shark countered, he really was hellbent on getting a reward after putting the case out there.

Grandma Mayfair’s eyes flew wide open. “You want to put him in a mental hospital? Are you insane? That kid is not mentally challenged, his brain is twisted in an evil way! He will manipulate some people and escape from there or kill other patients, we already have Ruth wandering out there we do not need another monster on the loose. No!”

“I second that.” Connie raised her hand.

“Insanity won’t work, you need an expert to sign off on that. Unless you bribe that expert, the kid will get away with it. He has already fooled two psychologists according to America so what’s to stop him from fooling another?” Claire raised a point.

David perched on the edge of his seat. “Then perhaps i could have him kidnapped and sent to a far away place where he can be locked up forever. He will never see sunlight again, a prison in Iceland.”

Iceland was a different country, one where winter lasted all year round. There was a prison there that served as a dumping ground for the Saxons.

“Like you did with Ruth? Look where it landed us?” Grandma Mayfair twisted her nose.

“And that is illegal, Humphrey is a human….” Shark began but his words pissed some people off.

“Shut up Shark! One more word from you and I will make you dumb. You just want to arrest the child serial killer and have pictures of yourself bringing him in on the front page of every newspaper. Oh look! he solved the case the FNBI failed to solve, what a genius detective.” Phoebe said sarcastically.

Shark grunted but he did not defend himself, it was like Phoebe had read his mind.

“One more thing, the Whitlock’s have another child, Harry Whitlock, Humphrey’s twin brother.” David shared.

“No way,” America said. “I have been to their house and seen the family pictures; they have three children.”

“No…” David insisted. “Mrs. Whitlock’s birth records that she gave birth to twin boys.” David was reading from his phone information that Roxanne had just sent. “Apparently they sent the child to Mrs. Whitlock’s parents five years ago, but it is highly doubtful since there is no record of the child anywhere currently, no school registration, no hospital records, no communication between Mrs. Whitlock and her mother about a child.”

“I bet that was his first victim.” Grandma Mayfair muttered.

Phoebe groaned and she put her head on the desk, she just couldn’t take it anymore. Someone needed to do something about that kid.

“The Whitlock’s went camping in Gundam forest five years ago, right around the time when the child disappeared. Lets see…this is a picture of them in the car and i count three children and two adults.” David continued relaying information as it came in.

Shark was curious to know where it was coming from as was Claire.

Grandma Mayfair huffed, feeling a whirlpool of anger within. “Hmph! the parents must have gone on the fake camping trip to bury the child, I knew they were in on it. They are protecting their monster; I just knew it.”