Ch. 97: Reunion Of The Black Angel And The Ghost Detective
The old woman chuckled nervously, her shaky laughter doing nothing to disguise the fear radiating off her like heat from a flame. She had come back, why? I thought something might have been in the air but I felt nothing now.
I turned to the woman, I could see the tension in her frail frame, her bones trembling beneath her skin. Beads of sweat had begun to form on her forehead, betraying her terror. "Sorry for the joke earlier, don't take it to heart," she said, her voice cracking. "I am the landlady of this house, so I have to be uptight about the security here."
I narrowed my eyes. What was she talking about? "Why not just hire a security guard?" I asked, my tone deliberately neutral, though the question itself was meant to dig deeper.
