Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Phoebe judged from the eyes of the Saxon spirit that it was bad; bad enough to make an already pale centuries old ghost even paler.

The spirit did not stick around and it left again which added more urgency to the problem at hand. She turned her head to the detective that was on his phone texting.

"Shark, that case Heinz was talking about, steal it, it’s ours so go grab it now using any means necessary and let’s get started."

His eyes widened for about five seconds as processed what she meant. The case Phoebe was talking about had already been assigned to another detective but if weird spooky stuff and ghosts were involved, it would end up a cold one. The case had already caught the eyes of Heinz, it would likely evolve into something big.

"Understood." He struggled to hide his smile but he could not even stop his carnivorous teeth from showing through the small groan.

He knew that by the time he closed it his face would be on the front page of all news papers and he would be rewarded with a heavy bonus. He moved ahead quickly in search of the detective that had been assigned the case and to find out more details about the case.

Phoebe returned to the interview room and sat down because she knew that he would be back soon. While she was waiting, she replied to the texts from her parents and brothers that wanted to know how things had gone.

Her father wanted to know if the aide had given her trouble and her mother wanted to know if she had pissed off anyone else.

"Who does she think i am?" Phoebe muttered.

"I don’t think her question is far fetched considering the reasons why we are here." Connie said.

The teenage ghost was looking over Phoebe’s shoulder at her texts.

"So, what do you think happened? I am dying to know what this case is about." Connie asked.

The door opened, hitting the wall with a thud and making Phoebe jump up slightly. In walked David and Collin, grandma Mayfair followed a little slower. Three seconds later, a fuming Shark walked into the open room.

"What is it?" Phoebe asked, from the look on the detective’s agitated face she could tell that something was wrong. It was 80% likely that he had failed.

In response, Shark twisted his lips. "The case was assigned to Hanna Scorpio, there is no way that competitive witch is going to hand it over to me. Maybe we should let this one go Pheebs."

It was surprising to hear Shark give up on something. It was very unlike him.

"So steal it then! Shark it’s important you take the case because it’s ghost related." Phoebe stared at him, her eyes laced with a mix of shock and surprise with a little annoyance.

Stealing cases from other detectives was his thing, his trademark for heavens sake!

Shark winced. "If it was any other detective, then it could be an easy steal but not Hanna. The moment she knows that I have interest in the case she won’t let go. She is as stubborn as a mule, in fact she has stolen several of my cases since she was transferred here a few weeks ago.

That witch stole my chicken sandwich and my yogurt, worse though, she stole my official police issued vehicle and cheated me out of my opportunity to throw out the first pitch at the Green tiger’s baseball match next month. I have never met a glory hound like her, she is my nemesis. I hate that witch...ooooh."

Shark complained vehemently and groaned, he seemed like he was reporting Hanna to Phoebe with the expectation that she would do something about the matter.

"So what do we do?" Phoebe asked.

"We can put a spell on her, or use a forgetfulness talisman. We have never made one but it’s in the book." Connie made a suggestion.

Collin sighed softly, his eyes shifted to look at the time on his wrist watch. "Let us wait for the deputy commissioner, he owes me a favor. He will transfer the case to Shark no questions asked." He lifted his chin, believing that he had saved the day.

David let out a sharp and jarred laughter, he was about to become the bigger savior. "Hanna, do you mean Hanna Scorpio?" He asked although he knew the answer already.

"Yeah, you know her?" Shark asked, his brows pulled together.

"Of course i do, as a matter of fact let me just text her right now." David pulled out his phone, typed and sent the message.

While they were waiting, Connie started to giggle as if she had discovered a secret. Phoebe did not even bother to ask and let the girl chuckle as she pleased.

Less than a minute later, a pixie-faced appeared in the open door way and scoffed the minute she set her eyes on Shark.

"Hello Hanna." David greeted her with a brief wave of his hand.

The pause was very brief because of the glare Phoebe shot him. Just like he had retrieved his wave David did the same to his smile.

Hanna Scorpio stepped inside, unknown to her a ghost was right on her heels, one which smiled in relief on seeing Phoebe.

Hanna first looked around the room, observing everyone inside briefly. She was like Shark, familiar with the faces of the big wigs in the city so she recognized them all.

She nodded at them briefly before turning to David.

"Mr. Saxon, how can I help you sir?" Detective Hanna smiled.

"I will go straight to the point Scorpio, it’s about the case that you have been assigned, can you give it to Shark? I will owe you one."

Shark snorted, he was ready for her to say no.

"Sure, nothing beats owing a Saxon in this country. It looks like it’s about to be a cold case anywhere, there are no leads at all. An accident if you asked me." Hanna spoke nonchalantly.

Amazed, Shark’s jaw dropped on the floor. "Just like that? You are not going to make any demands, make smart remarks or brag?"

"No, a Saxon owes me a favor, the way i see it, i have been rewarded." Hanna turned and left them as suddenly as she had joined them.

She left them all baffled, especially Shark. Even though they had got what they wanted, he felt like he had been played. The Hanna he had come to know would ask questions before surrendering. Wasn’t she curious about why he wanted the case?

David meanwhile was not baffled, he was smiling like a fool as a rush of triumph enveloped him. In the battle to show off influence between a Mayfair and a Saxon and he had won.

"This is nothing to brag about, either way Shark was getting the case, you just got lucky Saxon." Collin wasn’t about to accept defeat.

The initial rush of triumph that David felt quickly faded and he sneered lightly.

Phoebe was too busy engaged in a conversation with the psychologist that she hardly noticed the battle for power between her boyfriend and her brother.

Grandma Mayfair was the same, her ghost seeing glasses were already in place and she was watching Phoebe question the ghost.

"The bones found at the play ground was that your work? Did you kill that child too?" She questioned, her narrowed eyes suspiciously studied the shocked ghost.