[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarlett Cromwell[/color][/h1][img]http://sugarscape.cdnds.net/15/39/1443101142-sq-18.gif[/img][hr][color=#ff0000][b]Location[/b][/color]: Outside the Community Center[/center][hr][hr]	Scarlett frowned sharply. There was a chance that she was just talking to air, but the pendulum readings had appeared to be accurate so far. And besides that, it wasn't any old witch performing them - [i]it was Scarlett motherfucking Cromwell.[/i] This was one of her talents. These ghosts were either dumb little skanks or being overly cryptic. Either way, she was quickly losing her patience. 

	[color=ff0000]"I want a name,"[/color] Scarlett stressed. [color=ff0000]"One would be nice, but I'll take more if you have them. There's a get-rid-of-a-hunter free card in it for you if you can find one. You wouldn't want them to find you and make you move on, would you?"[/color]

	She waited to see the pendulum's response. If there wasn't anything good, she may as well find the ghost's bones and burn them herself. She was getting nowhere and she wanted to be [i]somewhere[/i] by now. She wanted to be cracking open a bottle of champagne and toasting Lucy's death - but she couldn't do that if she didn't know who killed her.