Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 363: Bearer of bad news.

The manager transitioned from shock to anger, his eyes glared at Tom. "Why the hell did you go up there you dumb ass? What were you thinking? Do you not think at all because we could be looking at a bloody lawsuit here from Reid’s family. You have eyes, couldn’t you see that it’s dangerous?" He berated him through his questions.

"It was Reid’s idea, I swear he suggested that we lounge up there." Tom lied blatantly after all the dead couldn’t speak. It was better to lie against Reid than to be fired.

Reid only shook his head and rolled his eyes, something that he did a lot. "It’s a lie but I don’t even care, he has always been a selfish lying prick."

"Do not lie against the dead Tom, both of you made the stupid decision to go up there whenever you got the chance. Just because he is dead does not mean you can dump all the blame on him." Phoebe was not going to let it slide.

The manager’s chest heaved. "You are fired!" He placed his hands on his waist, heaving as if he had just finishing running two miles.

"Wait, he has to answer my questions first. Until the coroner gives us an explainable cause of death this is still considered to be an open case." Shark pulled on Tom’s collar. "Now tell me, did you have any grudges against Reid?"

"No." Tom responded loudly, very agitated.

He was feeling so stressed that he wished he had some weed and a couple of beers to help him sail through the moment.

"Who brought the drinks that night?" Shark quizzed Tom.

"Both of us grabbed them from the storeroom." Tom mumbled.

The manager groaned like an angry dog, "You were stealing from us."

"No, it was from the bad batch." Tom whined.

The manager was about to dig more into Tom, but Shark stopped him, there was only one detective with questions, and it was him.

"How many beers did Reid drink?" he asked and narrowed his eyes at Tom, intimidating him with his gaze.

"Three, four, five...it was so long ago, I don’t remember." Tom winced.

Shark asked a couple of more questions not just to Tom but the other employees, from the responses Phoebe realized that Reid was an introvert who barely had any friends at least according to his workmates.

It was quite sad on Reid’s end because he held them in high regard and considered most of them to be his friends.

"How mean of them to say that they barely knew me? I worked with these people for close to six years." A lump caught in Reid’s throat.

Sylvester rubbed Reid’s back in comfort, there was nothing he could say to comfort him.

Shark closed his notebook and gave all of his attention to the manager. "What about the smell? I do not understand that part, are you saying that the foul smell didn’t affect you?"

The manager shrugged, "To be honest, there was a time when customers complained that there was a bad odor coming from the freezer areas but one of them had an issue at the time and some meat had gone bad. Turning off those freezers is a no since the perishables have to be kept at certain temperatures at all times.

We threw out the meat, activated charcoal was poured below and around the back of the freezers and in no time, things were back to normal." The manager explained, he figured that he couldn’t be blamed because he knew nothing.

"Seems like there is no foul play." Phoebe rubbed her chin.

Claire came up from behind her. "You cannot say that until a proper autopsy is done but from looking at things, there is a high possibility that it was the injury to the back of the head and spine that resulted in death, but it was not just that.

I think there was some internal bleeding too, I am guessing he choked on his blood. poor guy that was a horrible way to die." She took off the gloves and sprayed her hands with sanitizer. "We are done here, see you later Pheebs." She saluted dramatically and left.

Detective Jones tapped the manager’s shoulder. "You will have to close this place for a while." He told him.

The news was expected but nevertheless, the manager was unhappy with it. "I guess that was expected." Deep lines marred on his forehead.

"Its not like you will be having any customers here anyway when the news gets out that there was a dead body slamming it up in here." Phoebe pulled her lips to one side.

Shark nodded once Phoebe had a point, none of those high and mighty ladies from the founding families would be setting foot in there. The supermarket was going to become one of those places that was given a judgmental side eyes for a while.

There was a possibility of the supermarket being boycotted altogether which would put it out of business.

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"She is right, and besides you have to clean that area, maybe throw out the freezer altogether, I know for sure that I would not ever eat anything from there. In fact, I might suggest finding a new location altogether, that’s if you still want to stay in business." He looked around and pinched his nose.

Shark imagined the press that was going to follow when word about the body in the supermarket where the high and mighty liked to shop go out. He gestured at Phoebe to follow him, the other cops would wrap up, his job was done.

On reaching outside, Shark told Phoebe that he was returning to the office to follow up on the Rowland case.

"You haven’t seen her ghost anywhere, have you? It will boost my career if it turns out that this is a murder case which I solve gloriously. It’s the Rowland’s, apparently the next president could be from their family. I have a chance to get in with the next first family before they take leadership of the country, it’s the big leagues Pheebs." He blew air into his hands and rubbed them continuously.

It was a bit frosty outside, the wind was strong, and the clouds were gathering like it was going to rain.

His words had Pheobe sneering. "Your greed truly has no bounds but no, I haven’t seen her, and I hope that she moved on swiftly. I will go with Jones for the death notification, at least he won’t hound me, asking if I have seen any famous ghosts that were killed." She began to walk away towards her car.

Phoebe drove straight to the area suburbs where Reid’s family home was. It was a humble home tucked between two bigger and more refined houses. She parked in the open compound near Jone’s car, he was already standing next to his car, waiting for her. He walked ahead of her and pressed the doorbell; his face was grim as it always was when he had to deliver such news to a family.

A middle-aged woman opened the front door and looked at them curiously. "Hello there, how can I help you." A welcoming smile tugged on her lips; she wiped her hands on the apron that was tied around her waist.

Phoebe wished that she wasn’t the bearer of bad news, it was obvious that she was going to ruin her day, and that smile would fade from her face in a minute.

Jones took the initiative to introduce himself and Phoebe. "Good morning, ma’am. I am detective Jones, and this is officer Phoebe of the CPD. Is this Reid Fisher’s home??"

The smile on the woman’s face quickly vanished into thin air. "Oh God." She whispered.