Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Chapter 293 - 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

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."