After she hung up the phone I couldnt help but to quirk a single eyebrow at it.<br/><br/>"She took that awfully easy.. which means she is a complete NUTBAG.. or she ...  Nah.. she has to be a nutbag."<br/><br/>I once again give the phone an odd look while the ghosts just all stare waiting, but I fully ignore them and drop the two to get dressed.  Of course the almost automatic while comes from casper the prostitute.  God but she must have been a handful when she was still a meat bag.<br/><br/>In moments I throw on jeans, tims, and an old Metallica Tee.  I tie my hair back in a quick pony tail after a few quick drags of the brush.   I could ghost to her house but since I think she is a total loon already I would hate to have a raving lunatic suddenly as I just manifest and become flesh in her home.  I know the are and I know the apartment to.  My Ex was a detective on that murder case.<br/><br/>I open the large sliding doors to he garage.  This is after all a warehouse.   I jump in the old explorer and thankfully due to the hour the LSD is light.  Im there in no time and buzzing her apartment on the speaker phone.<br/><br/>"Maybe she will be a hot nutcase.. that always helps."