It took forever to console Evelyn and by forever, it was two hours during which ti Paula crossed over and her mother left with a lighter heart and smile on her face.
Phoebe and Evelyn were indulging in the pleasure of ice cream when Rossett inford her that the client that had called the landline wanted to speak with her specifically.
"Who is it?" She asked Rosette who raised her shoulders in a shrug.
With a frown, Phoebe took the phone and listened. Her eyebrows went up in surprise and then a smile ford on her face.
"I will be in magic city as soon as possible." She hung up.
"Magic city!" Evelyn perked up imdiately, one thing about her was that she was a pro at getting over a heart break. "There is a music carnival happening there i am coming too."
" too, it's been a while since I last took a personal trip."
Andre rubbed his hands excitedly. "I guess we are all going." He loved Phoebe's ghost adventures not just because they were fun but also because he got ideas that he turned into movies.
Soon he was going to realize his dream of opening his own movie production company. He had Phoebe, a heaven sent muse.
"Okay, it's a plan."
All three decided to head ho and pack imdiately and for once, David did not include himself in the plan.
*****
In the evening, Phoebe arrived at the New pearl resort just when the sun was beginning to set. Her reason for visiting the high end resort in Magic city was to do a private reading for Luna Elithera, a wealthy singer.
Luna was just like all the other wealthy clients that Phoebe had, she scheduled the appointnt through an assistant using a burner phone and arranged for a private plane to fly Phoebe from Citrus to Magic city.
Not that she used the plane as her own family had one which she chose to use given that her grandmother had also tagged along. She was using this opportunity to enjoy a mini vacation with Phoebe and Andre.
Both of them could not follow her to the eting with Luna, only Santos did because he was her bodyguard and he was worried about her coming across danger on her own.
This was because the Elithera family was almost as wealthy as the Mayfairs and one of the top leading families of Magic city. Luna Elithera's father was the governor of magic city so they had political power. The family owned a number of casinos, hotels and resorts in Fog country and abroad which was the source of their wealth.
However, with casino businesses ca the unavoidable rumored tied to different mafias. It was whispered but unconfird that the Elithera family was the the power behind the Void gang, the strongest and largest gang in Fog country.
Phoebe was not afraid of such rumors, she was here to see a client with heavy pockets, everything else was none of her business.
Santos pushed the elevator button and Phoebe stepped inside first. It took her all the way to the top floor where all the luxurious presidential suites were. The floor was heavily protected with ard bodyguards and two ferocious looking pit bulls.
Phoebe and Santos were stopped as soon as they stepped out of the elevator.
"Na and ID." A an looking tall man that spent too much ti pumping iron spat out.
"ID!" Phoebe exclaid.
She found it a little too excessive for her identification card to be the prerequisite to access the client.
"Na and ID." The man repeated coldly.
Phoebe took a deep breath, keeping in mind that this client had promised to pay as much as ten million if it was successful and even more if it was warranted.
"The things i do for money." she muttered. She opened her bag and handed over the police consultant badge.
"You are a cop!" The man exclaid.
"Not exactly, i am just a consultant. When they have a tough case i am called in to see if i can find so clues. Look, let's not waste ti on my identity, if the six people in room 110B who are monitoring these caras are great at their job then you already know who i am. If you have watched the news and seen Mayfair heiress or David Saxon's girlfriend, then you also know my identity.I am here to see Luna Elithera because she requested for my services." Phoebe amplified.
"With , follow miss shaman." A voice in the silent hallway called out. "Let them through Ambrose, they are miss Luna's honored guests."
Ambrose handed Phoebe her badge and stepped aside, however he stepped in front of Santos, stopping him from following.
"She is invited, you are not so you can handover your weapons and follow or stay here."
Santos scoffed and then he handed over his weapons, two guns, one knife and a brass knuckle.
"My body is also a weapon." he whispered to Ambrose. He smirked and followed Phoebe.
Along the way, they noticed hidden caras in every potted plant, hidden weapons in the walls and before entering the room where Luna was, they were frisked.
"Damn, this is so secret service kind of shit, its like they are protecting a president." Connie whistled.
For once, Phoebe agreed with Connie on sothing. It was way too much security, Saxon tower kind of security. If the Elithera's were this paranoid, then maybe there was so truth to the rumors about them.
When Phoebe entered the suite, the strong sll of burning sage assaulted her nostrils. Normally, when sage was burned, it released a warm, woody fragrance supposed to create a serene and calm atmosphere. This was not the case here, the sage being burnt was more astringent.
What the sage relayed to Phoebe was that she was not the first shaman or magic affiliated person the Elithera's had sought out to help them solve their trouble.
"This sage is impure." The Saxon spirit comnted.
She was in the space but even she could sll sothing off in the sage.
"It is not refreshing or grounding but unpleasant, there is no cleansing purpose to it, the quality must be contaminated." It explained i more detail.
Phoebe did not doubt the spirit, she doubted the intentions of whoever had sold the Elithera's the sage. She waved her right hand over her crinkled nose as she followed the assistant deeper into the suite.
She was taken one of the bedrooms and the door was closed behind her. Inside, she finally set her eyes on Luna who was not alone.
There were five other people in the room, three n and two won. One of the n was on the bed, attached to machines and withering away like a plant that was not ant for desert climate.
Phoebe had no other way to explain it because the man on the bed was thin, stick thin with hollow eyes and bones that were almost poking through his skin. It was like sothing had invaded his body and sucked out all the fat and fluids leaving him malnourished. Even a skeleton looked better than he did, he was practically half dead.
Normal people would have pulled the plug already because living in such a state was in no way worse than actual death.
"I know a curse when i see one." The Saxon spirit dashed out of the space and stood besides Phoebe.
Both of them stared at the man and Phoebe wondered who he was. She raised her eyes and turned to Luna, the one in whose na she had been invited.
"Let guess, you want to do a healing ritual."
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