Blinking back her tears, Paula swallowed hard. Deep within her heart she hoped that Phoebe would take on her case, becoming a vengeful evil ghost wasn't on her bucket list besides the ghosts that had directed her to the red headed powerful shaman praised her for being the justice bringer.
If she could let go of her grudge, she could move one and that was what Paula wanted to do. She was a realistic person in life and an even more realistic ghost. Sticking around and wandering aimlessly from city to city was no way to spend eternity.
As she organized the story in her head, Rosette placed a plate of food and glass of water before her.
"You can have this, it's ant for ghosts."
"Thank you." Paula smiled appreciatively, her eyes shifted back to Phoebe who sat patiently waiting for her to speak.
Paula poked at the round rim of the glass, tapping it slowly with her moderately sharp nails. Each tap produced a soft noise.
She brought the glass to her mouth, took a sip of water and then put it down and started her narration. "I think that it was two years ago when girls between the ages of twenty to twenty five began to die mysteriously after attending mysterious parties, the exclusive__invite only kind of parties. In total, they were about four won at the ti and the cause of death in each case was excessive use of pink cocaine."
Phoebe pulled her brows closer. "Pink cocaine? What's that?" She jotted down the word in her note book.
"Oh sister you don't know what it is? Rich kids these days take it like its candy." Connie paused on realizing that she was getting judgental looks from everyone for spilling unwanted information, even Phoebe who shushed her.
The root cause was because Connie was young, even though she was a ghost. They all wanted her to be as innocent as a new born baby.
"You guys are too much, hmph!" Connie muttered and pouted. She firmly folded her mouth, planning not to offer any other assistance.
Paula laughed slightly and relaxed as the last bit of tension left her ghostly body. "Anyway its a pink dyed synthetic drug that causes hallucination, this specific one in circulation has ketamine and MDMA. So drug users enjoy using it because it sends them to another world, or so say they say." She explained.
Phoebe nodded continuously, she was familiar with hallucinogens and ketamine.
Grandma Mayfair's eyes kept moving from the clock to the door. It was almost rush hour, she prayed that by then Paula would be done with the story.
"Continue young woman, we are all ears." Her hands gestured that she should speed up.
"I heard about one case from a colleague at work and it piqued my interest because three years ago, Sydney Marlow went to a party and overdosed on the sa drug. TK entertainnt spent a lot of money to bribe the police, dical examiner and her employees to keep the cause of death a secret. Imagine my surprise when i discovered more cases and all tied to TK, i just knew that i had stumbled onto sothing.
I began to investigate on my own, there is a detective at CPD whom I approached first. He was my go to person when I needed information about cases like these, all I had to do was give him any information that could lead to an arrest as he wanted to be the one to break it wide open, he likes the lilight___" Paula was interrupted by Phoebe who laughed knowingly.
"Let guess this detective's na is Shark right?"
On hearing the na, Paula's eyes flew open. "Yes! In fact i was hoping that he took my case but I guess it wasn't juicy enough for him." She exhaled noisily through pursed lips.
Inwardly Phoebe chuckled. "In his defense, this wasn't his case, it was assigned to soone else."
Paula slapped the table lightly. "He could have stolen it if he wanted to!"
"You said it yourself lady, your case is not juicy enough, that guy only takes on cases he can close with no screw left loose. Probably your case has so loose screws that are difficult to tighten, ergo, not juicy enough." Connie spoke through a full mouth as she twisted the hand that was holding an apple.
Her words attracted frowns from the group which caused her to frown as well.
"Did i say sothing wrong?" She asked innocently.
Paula sighed heavily and continued. "Anyway, the detective gave insider information that had not been made public. The dead girls had invisible tattoos to the naked eye on the backs of their hands. Black light tattoos, like the ones stamped on the body at so exclusive clubs. I persuaded him to tell where the tattoos where from and he told that they were from the Freezing moon club.
Her words elicited gasps from the group, especially Phoebe who had only recently discussed the Freezing moon club case with Shark. She had not known at the ti that the case would co knocking at her door eventually.
"Wait a minute, the freezing moon club? That is where you died, right? I rember it clearly, the news said that you had an accident and died." Grandma Mayfair who was too invested in the case asked.
Paula wore a mocking smile. "Accident my foot! I was murdered."
Custors began to flood the cafe, the workers sighed disappointingly as they resud their duties especially Marianne who was listening from the side, having been inducted wholly into the ghost world.
Phoebe requested Paula that they shift to her office. "Don't worry Nana, I will fill you in on the ride ho." Phoebe told her sulking grandmother.
Once they were settled, Phoebe asked Paula to continue from where she had stopped. She now suspected that this had everything to do with the Freezing moon scandal that was all over the news before the Verdemont scandal. "Please go on."
"After getting that information from the detective, I inford my supervisor. We discussed it extensively and ca to the conclusion that soone had to go to the club and find out more information. That's when I signed my death warrant by going undercover."
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