Chapter 17 Ellwood Echeverii

HIS MOUTHED open, staring at me with wide eyes. He quickly leaned back in his chair and smacked his palm against his forehead.

"How did it happen?" he asked suspiciously.

"I hired an investigator a year ago. I gave him all the information I could to find Zekiah. And only in recent months have I received information about him."

"Are you sure about that? Maybe that investigator is just fooling you because of the big reward in return?"

"I'm with him at home." I'm sure I said.

"No, you can't be serious, Emory!" he raised his eyebrows, clenched hand over his head.

"I'm dead serious, Ellwood! He's alive, he's alive... and I already talked to him." I quickly responded. It was too late for me to retract what I said because his eyebrows seemed to rise even higher at the last thing I said.

"Isn't that the ghost you say you can talk to?" he said, crinkling his eyes and nose.

"Ellie!" I shot him a look and muttered some curses.

"Alright, I believe so, so where is he? Why didn't you includ