Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Phoebe’s inherited troubles.

“Oh, look it’s the big bad ghost catcher.” Connie played around with her fingers, making ghost sounds and laughing.

It was in the teenage girl’s nature to provoke Shark and Amon whenever she was around them.

“Aah, the annoying one.” Amon said, borrowing Shark’s description of Connie.

“Not now child, you should know when to pick your moments.” The Saxon spirit chastised the teenager softly.

Connie backed off and the floor was given to Phoebe. In the minutes that followed, she narrated every important detail that Amon needed to know about Humphrey.

By the time she was done narrating the tale, most of the humans in the group had excused themselves mostly because they were unwilling to relieve Humphrey’s bad greatest hits, and they were also exhausted yet it looked like Amon’s part had just started.

David remained because he had to support Phoebe and as for the rest, only Shark had remained, he was very intrigued now that Amon, a member of the founding sect had been brought in.

“I think I might know what this is….” Amon started and looked at Shark.

The detective’s curiosity was etched all over his face and even though he was involved, he was not from the founding families. Knowledge about the sect or its business was not exactly allowed to be dispensed to outsiders easily.

“Shark, can you excuse us.” David requested.

“What do you mean that I should leave? Why? I am part of this since I am the leading detective on this case. I already know everything, is there anything you are all leaving out? Aren’t we all co-conspirators?” Shark’s voice was loud enough for Amon to hear.

Connie was eager to say something snarky because moments ago, Shark wanted to abandon the boat and now he was eager to get back on it. The Saxon spirit was wiser and she had blocked Connie’s mouth.

“Not anymore you are not, I am taking over. You can go work on other cases, there is a brand new one about the Skull Lord artist from TK entertainment he broke his security guard’s foot by running over it with his car. It’s flashy, more like your cup of tea. There will be a nice big picture of you arresting Skull Lord on the top of every newspaper.” Amon cracked some jokes, but he wore a serious look on his face.

Shark’s eyes widened, sparkling like sunlight on water and a grin spread across his face before he could contain it.

“I will always say yes to any opportunity to make Eliza Grant’s life even harder. She must hate me now; I have been bursting so many of her celebrities of late….”

Phoebe folded her arms; she was aware that this was the work of the ghost that was tied to Eliza. “You don’t say, it looks like her time is running out even faster.” She spoke indifferently after all she had warned Eliza Grant multiple times but the woman was too stubborn for her own good.

Shark handed the files to Amon. “Sir, about the founding sect…” he began.

“Walk away Shark, things are now beyond where your badge can go.” Amon commanded, there was a hint of superiority in his voice.

“Yes sir.” Shark scurried away; the last thing he wanted was to get on the wrong side of his superior.

“I must see the boy.” Amon stood up.

“We must go to the ranch then.” David told him.

The three humans along with the team of ghosts left for the Whitlock ranch. On the way there Amon let Phoebe know that she had made an enemy out of Dorothy cook.

Phoebe’s eyelashes flickered. “Who?”

“Dorothy Cook.” Amon released some laughter on seeing her reaction. “Don’t tell me that you do not know who she is? She is the head of the homeowner’s association in the founding council. “Your grandmother started an argument with her during that impromptu search for victims of surrogacy talismans at your house.

Ashley Miller beat up Dorothy Cook this morning; she surprised her when she stepped out of the gates of her house to jog. Dorothy reported the assault to the council, and she is laying the blame at your feet, claiming that you sent Ashley to her, and you are a witch.”

The memory of the Dorothy Cook returned to Phoebe. “Oh her? I know who she is but what do you mean by saying that she is my enemy? I have nothing to do with her or Ashley Miller’s assault on her. But one thing I am certain about is that she is my grandmother’s enemy that’s for sure. If there is anybody nana would gladly string up from a tree, it’s Dorothy Cook.”

“Meaning?” David asked.

Phoebe dismissed the question with her hand. “They have a feud, something about Dorothy destroying grandpa’s fountain.”

Her response elicited laughter from the men for some reason and Phoebe had no idea why.

David and Amon were laughing because when the fountain was constructed Grandma Mayfair had curved the words, “Dorothy stinking Cook pooped her pants in 3rd grade,” onto one of the fish immortalizing Dorothy’s humiliation.

Everyone knew this, the fish was one of the biggest attractions on founding lane, teenagers especially used to love taking pictures of themselves standing by that fountain.

The feud between the two women had started a very long time ago, it was a childhood rivalry that did not get better when they fell in love with the same man.

Amon narrowed his gaze. “I doubt that’s the reason as to why, she wrote up a petition to stop you from farming on the land your father bought from the founding council.”

“She did what?” Phoebe asked, her wide eyes, unblinking seemed to search Amon’s face for an explanation.

“She wouldn’t dare.” David spoke through tight lips.

Everyone in Citrus, no Fog knew that Phoebe was his woman, to mess with her was to mess with him, how dare that woman! How dare she? His hands folded into tight fists.

Amon scoffed. “Oh she did dare, she has collected a reasonable amount of signatures too. The members feel that such land even though it’s owned privately should be used for aesthetic purposes and farming is taking it backwards not forward. Soon you will be invited by the council and a vote shall be cast, if you get majority of the votes then you can go ahead with your farming projects but if you lose…..”

“Ownership of the land will be taken back by the council and your father’s money shall be returned to him. I will never let that happen Pheebs, be rest assured.” David squeezed her hand.

“I am rooting for you.” Amon raised a folded fist to assure her.

A tired sigh escaped from her lips. “Like as if I don’t have enough problems. I inherited some from granny.”

She would dig up her own dirt on Dorothy Cook and return the favor, perhaps it was time for a new head of the homeowner’s association.

The van continued on and came to a sudden stop outside the gate of the ranch. It was so abrupt that it caused one car to collide into another.