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.
