<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/White_snow_by_heise_zps4aaaefee.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Kee Savens<br/>Psychic and Wiccan<br/><br/>Kee was going to be sick. He had been out on the outskirts of town for the last two days. The first day he was with an old woman helping her speak to her dead son. That was always the creepiest part of psychic powers was dealing with ghosts. The second day he had been with his coven. Half of this day he had been gone. He had left this part of town because he had been getting harassing calls. Which had turned threatening when he outright refused the wanna be mafia to help them. The last call he got from them was and he quoted in his head you are going to regret this. End quote. Well apparently they hadn't been bull shitting because this is what he came to his shop to find this...a dead guy and a pool of blood.<br/><br/>He hadn't touched the body or had he? Right now he was freaking out because there was a dead guy and blood in his fortune telling store. He wasn't allowed to leave. He had promptly upon returning and calling the cops been told upon them finding out it was his store that he was the prime suspect. They wouldn't listen that he hadn't even been here when this man died which was six hours ago. Or so he had read from their coroner's mind. Hey. He was being charge with murder here. Sure it was wrong to read someone's mind when you can help it but he needed to know when it was. Worst of all the man hadn't even been killed here. He had left the coven festival early because he had sensed something was very wrong and had a vision of blood falling down the front of his store. Not a pretty image. He had a bit of a fear of blood in large quantities. Or even in small quantities. Mostly when in large quantities. Actually he was just afraid of the sight of blood.<br/><br/>That came from dealing with dead people. With visions of gruesome things. He kept a very low profile on the whole truly a real deal psychic thing under the radar because of not wanting to be a target of all the criminal types. He knew how this small time mafia found him out...his buddy Jaun blabbed his mouth. Which reminded him...where was Jaun? He wasn't answering his calls and his last message made no sense whatsoever. Oh well. He'd worry about that later. He was very pale because of the blood. This man couldn't have been killed in the shop. He had to have been killed elsewhere and brought here. Though the bank was right next door. Someone could have killed him next door and brought him over here to bleed out then moved the body and placed his calling card next to the man. The fortune telling stuff was in back. The front was just a book section on various paranormal subjects. On the right and left wall.<br/><br/>No. That was strange sounding even to him. Yet it still was possible that something went wrong and they used his shop as a scapegoat. These cops wouldn't listen to him when he said he was innocent. He didn't kill this man. He jumped as the woman moved over to him. Looking at her as she spoke to him. Looking her over. She wasn't dressed like the rest of them. Was she a detective too? "Yes and yes. You aren't with them though...right? So you'll maybe listen. I'm innocent. I didn't kill this man but these guys won't believe me. I wasn't even in the shop when this guy was killed. I was on the edge of town with my coven. They won't listen to me. Before that I was with the old woman in the manor on the edge of town helping her talk to her dead son." he said. Looking at her. "Please. I'll give you all the money I have which is five thousand dollars I've saved up over the years since I was a kid. I need you to help me prove my innocence. Besides that guy is taller than me and three times my body mass. If I had stabbed the guy why would I have raised my arm over my head to do it. I'm only five one! Five two if I stand up as tall as possible. He is over six feet tall!" He wasn't kidding. The man's stab wounds were near the shoulder and heart area which was at least a foot taller than his head level. The man himself was clearly six feet six inches so he'd have had to raise his arm to stab this man.<br/><br/>He looked at his hands. "They said because I tried to help heal the man I killed him. I didn't. I came home two or three hours ago and there was this man on the floor. I couldn't tell if he had a pulse or not so I tried to heal him. It didn't work. I swear to the heavens I did not kill him. I was trying to help him. That is what good wiccan's do. We help people. I'm just a fortune teller. I don't know anything about killing anybody and I don't know who this man is. My front door wasn't even locked and I know I locked it before I left." He looked at the taller woman pleadingly. "Please...help me prove my innocence. I was framed. There is no way I could have done this and been at a coven festival for a day and a half. You can ask my coven. I left early because I had a feeling something was wrong." He covered his mouth as he was nudged forward some and the puddle of blood had a trail leading towards the door.<br/><br/>"I can't even stand the sight of blood." he looked at her. "These people won't believe me. I wouldn't kill anyone. Besides I've been being harassed and threatened by some people for the past couple months. Just the other day they told me I would regret refusing to help them. There are just some jobs you shouldn't take and that was one of them." He backed into the wall. "Can I leave the room now...please?" He was pale as a ghost maybe paler. He closed his eyes real tight. "My name as I told these fine gentleman and that woman coroner in the corner is Kee Savens."