Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 458: Back to Fog.

"You know him?" Phoebe asked Maureen.

Maureen nodded and said nothing else on the matter. Phoebe could not tell if this Gecko was a friend or a foe.

They looked at all of the dolls and Phoebe stopped at one that looked different. She stopped because the Saxon spirit was hovering around it. The doll was not golden, it was carved from wood and stood are a foot tall. It was also a female doll with a beautiful, delicate face. The features seemed to be alive, especially the eye that shimmered with hues of blue and silver. The expression inside was enigmatic as if a storm was held within.

"This is no fortune doll." Phoebe declared.

It was too beautiful, with hair flowing like silk threads, ending at a rain cloud that was gray. The doll was wrapped in a smooth robe of layered silk in shades of azure and pink, patterned with gold and silver embroidery that resembled an extraordinary swirling storm.

In her hands was beads were falling down; they looked like drops of rain suspended in the air.

"What is it?"

Phoebe whispered to Maureen, "A rain goddess, she is not harmful. Apparently, she is lazy and retired, all she wants to do is relax."

Maureen glanced at the doll and nearly laughed, who had heard of a retired goddess!

"I will be taking this one, it is too dangerous to leave behind." Phoebe informed Clifford.

Not waiting for a response, she placed it in her bag with Clifford's blessings. The man was glad that he had brought the shamans down to the basement. It looked like his wise decision had helped them dodge a bullet. "Are you sure that the rest are, okay?" he asked anxiously.

Phoebe nodded. "Time to go." she declared. "Next time you want to get lucky or increase your wealth, buy talismans from my cafe. I promise that I don't sell evil dolls."

The Saxon spirit created another void, and the women disappeared from the basement.

**

Within a heartbeat, they were back in Fog country and in the cafe. They all stepped out of the office with normal looks on their faces as if they had just been in there having a meeting. With the exception of their ruffled appearances, they appeared ordinary.

"Oh finally!" Grandma Mayfair breathed a sigh of relief, she went on to hug the women whose appearance suggested that they had been in a skirmish.

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Andre moved in to hug his sister and his aunt, from the moment the painting spat him out, he had been praying for their safe return.

"I am so happy that nothing happened to you guys, did you find the evil doll?" The words came out rather quickly. "Please tell me one of you recorded the fight. The shooting of my movie Fifi May; ghost hunter which is basically based on you and some of your adventures starts next week. I need all the ideas I can get."

"Fifi what now?" Phoebe frowned.

"Give them some room to breathe Andre." Rosset who was holding refreshment drinks and snacks pushed him aside.

Sabrina chuckled behind a lightly clenched fist. "You should have seen his face when he returned, he looked like a wet and scared little cat." She breathed a whisper to Maureen however Andre heard her loud and clear.

He clenched his jaw and fixed her with an intense stare.

"Nobody asked for your input Sabrina, your malevolent presence....." Andre paused mid-sentence on realizing that everyone had their eyes on him, and they were not smiling. "She started it." He whined.

"What are you twelve? She is younger than you Andre, leave her some wiggle room. You don't always have to win the argument or fight." Phoebe said to him before gulping down a sip of orange juice.

The three ladies sat down for a temporary break and told the story of the evil doll. As they recounted the details, they were willing to share, Phoebe distributed some of the candy and snacks she had brought back.

Connie arrived on time to enjoy the snacks when Phoebe got to the part where they entered the temple. "Looks like I missed a lot." She commented, her hand reaching for a silver petal puff, a pastry unique to Silver nation. "You guys should have told me about this, I am bummed that I missed out on this, and a stranger took my place." She added her gaze pinned on Rekha.

No one cared enough to pacify her, the three women only ate and drunk like hungry horses. When they were finally full, Grandma Mayfair asked them to share how they had killed the doll.

"Andre rushed in here saying that you guys are going to die. We closed the cafe immediately and prayed to the heavens to help you. That doll thing did you kill it?" She asked.

As they narrated the story pinning Phoebe as the heroine who saved the day. Grandma Mayfair and Rosset checked the women for signs of injury, and they saw fading marks. Old lady Mayfair was frightened and immediately sent for a first aid box, personally tending to Maureen's already healing burn marks and Rekha's bite marks.

Sabrina winced inwardly; she felt like the story was lacking in some ways. "So how come Phoebe who saved you guys doesn't even have a scratch on her?" Her index finger tapped on her cheek.

"Our Pheebs is a powerful shaman, she must have protected herself with her abilities." Grandma Mayfair answered, was it not that obvious? She turned her attention on her grandmother daughter.

"So that thing is dead and gone?" Her voice was laced in fear. A thing like that, she knew of a few people that would not mind getting their hands on it no matter the consequences. They would be willing to sacrifice everyone if that was what it took.

"Straight to hell, I saw it Nana." Phoebe nodded lightly.

Grandma Mayfair made the sign of the cross. "Good riddance." She answered.

After the story was done, the women excused themselves and went to Phoebe's apartment where they planned to wash away the sweat and stench of evil. It was coming to evening hours the cafe had to reopen, and they wanted to hurry back and work. Some ghosts had been waiting all day to be helped.

As they stepped off the elevator, Collin Baltimore was waiting to enter it. Phoebe had not seen his face in what felt like a century.

[Goldie? It has been a while. His hair is still as perfect as ever. I wonder if it would like a lion's mane if it was grown out.]

Collin smiled and greeted them all, bypassing Phoebe to step into the elevator.

"Collin, can we talk about your sisters? Did you tell your mom?" Phoebe probed.

Collin pressed the elevator button over and over like it was not hurrying enough. "Not now Pheebs, I am busy." He spoke hurriedly

[Liar! You are avoiding me and this case. What is it about your sister's death that you are all scrambling to cover up?]

It was the last thought Collin Baltimore saw before the elevator door shut tightly.

"What is going on there?" Aunt Maureen asked. "Boy is his hair gold, it is thicker than mine and I am jealous."

Phoebe snickered and answered, "He is a person in denial but yes, his hair is amazing." She punched in the door code.

Once inside they cleaned up and borrowed some of Phoebe's clothes. They also spoke more on the doll case wondering how many more deities were out there causing chaos and the perfect weapons for hunting which brought them to Phoebe's bullets.

"Speaking of bullets, I need some of those that you used." Rekha said casually.

Maureen wagged her finger. "You cannot have them unless you are going on a mission with us, who knows how those people from the academy will react to Phoebe being able to make these. I know they will expect her to make them for everyone or hand over her formula. by force using moral blackmail." She answered.