𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

THIRTY FOUR

Frances stared at the tombstone with the words 'Shelby Khan' carved into it, their plan was to summon Shelby's ghost so they could talk to her what exactly happened before she committed suicide. "So what do we do?" Crystal asked while looking at Edwin "there's a method to summon a spirit who's died by their own hand. Charles, I need the silver bell for announcing guests." Charles dug in his small backpack and took out a mini bell that rang as he gave it to Edwin

"and now, I will require the three of you to kindly go away, please." His blue eyes scanned everyone's face "A living person cannot be anywhere near a summoning, or it will not work" Edwin informed them three, Frances glanced in Crystal direction with a smirk before looking back at Edwin "As for you Charles, victims of suicide roam the world, aimless and lost. Conversing with one requires subtlety. And while you are exceedingly charismatic, subtle is not an adjective that I would consider an attribute of yours lately. Leave it to me."

Frances turned around and started to walk to opposite direction from Edwin, giving him the correct distances he would need so he would be able to talk to Shelby. Crystal walked up to Frances, Charles following shortly behind "you two need to talk," Crystal said quietly but enough for Frances to hear "who? Me and him?" She turned her head around, looking at Charles, he sent her a small smile before looking at the ground, busy in his own thoughts.

"Yeah, you two been.... off lately." Crystal looked at the brunette with a hint of confusion in her brown eyes, she didn't know why her and Charles were as hyper and cheerful with each other like they have been "what about it?" Frances put her hands inside of jacket pockets as she looked at the brown leaves "Why? Did something happen between you two?" Her brown eyes glanced at Charles and Frances back and forth "Its nothing.." Crystal could tell Frances was lying, she was a detective.

"You can tell me, you know that right? I am your friend" Frances let out a sigh from her throat "it's embarrassing plus he's right behind us" Crystal moved closer to Frances, both of their arms touching each other "We can be extra quiet now, so whats up?" She looked up at the brunette, curiosity filling up her voice "Charles kissed me" She whispered as quietly as she could, she didn't want Charles to hear them talking about him.

"Wait so why are you two mad at each other?"Crystal asked with curiosity, Frances let a sigh escape her throat "We're not mad at each other," Frances looked at Crystal "I just- I ran away from him. I think he thinks I hate him or something" Frances glanced at Charles again, he was too busy digging inside his small backpack. 

"I don't think he hates you, he's probably confused" Frances snapped her head back at Crystal after she spoke "You two need to make up" Crystal suggested to the british teenager "I will, after this case" She promised to Crystal. She really wants to tell Charles her reasoning for her running away but the case is far more important and they needed to help the two jocks with their murders.  "IF we finish this case. This whole thing is... fishy." Frances nod her head in agreement, there was something off about the two jocks. Twitchy Richie hated the two jocks, Shelby hated them before she died, but everyone else seemed to love them?