"Maggie, slow down!"
"I can't. It's personal space I have."
Maggie has thick dark brown hair with red streaks pulled into a tight bun. While I have flimsy dark brown hair in a braid.
As we went to the investigation, Maggie ran up to the body.
"She has no blood in her" said the investigator.
When we went close enough a guard stopped us.
"Your not going anywhere baby."
I glared at him. " we're are detectives so let us in!" I demanded
"Nope. You's baby's betters get otta here."
I'm guessing he had a problem, from him saying S at the end of every sentence.
Maggie spoke up:
"Listen, I'm afraid you have to move sir or ill make you."
Then guard 2 came out
"We can't let you girls in."
"Fine. PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND DON'T MOVE!" Maggie pulled out her gun.
The guards staggered back
"Yes sir. Yes ma'am!"
She grinned.
"Now SLOWLY Move out of the way!" She yelled
"Let us through" I said and we saw the body.
The girl was pale, wearing a green sweater, and black boots. Maggie took a finger print test "we think its a suicide." Said the guard.
We all gasped at what she said
"This is no suicide. This is murder."
YOU ARE READING
Ghost files; New York
Mystery / ThrillerKatie Hope lives in New York And studies deaths and ghosts. When a death comes and she's on the job, The killer tries to kill HER Will she find out the case, Or will her body be in the next file?
