Paranormalcy

The Wager

"A hundred bucks it was the husband!"  Officer Jones said as Crystal arrived at the crime scene.

"No, it wasn't him!"  Jones ignored the woman screaming in his face. 

 "It's always the husband."

Crystal walked around the front room looking at pictures of a happy couple placed on the mantle.  She couldn't imagine the man in the picture hurting his wife.  Even though she hated to admit it, Jones wasn't wrong.  It usually was the husband.  

"I'll take that bet."  She told him walking over to Jones and the crying woman.  

Jones chuckled.  "Seriously, you honestly think someone else killed her?"  

"Perhaps."  Crystal shrugged.  

"You believe me!"  The woman sighed in relief.  

"You're on!"  Jones said.  "Your luck is bound to run out one day, detective."  

"I'm made of luck."  Crystal said flashing Jones with a smile.  "I'm going to look around."  

"You do that."  He said smugly.  

Without Jones noticing, Crystal motioned for the woman to follow her down the hall.  

They walked into the room with the dead body.  "I'm sorry for your loss."  Crystal said after closing the door and making sure no one could hear.  

"It's okay. It didn't hurt much. How come you can see me?"  She asked.  

"It's my superpower."  Crystal explained.  "I heard you saying that your husband didn't do this.  You want to tell me who did."  

"Oh, I can't."  The ghost said softly.  

"That's fine."  Crystal sneered. "I hope your husband likes jail."  

"No!"  The ghost screeched covering her mouth with small ghost hands.  

"Help me help your husband."  Crystal pleaded.  

"It was my neighbor, Denise," she choked out.  "She was embezzling from our company, I found out and blackmailed her.  She killed me instead of paying up."  

Crystal nodded, thinking of the things she would buy with Jones's hundred bucks.