I sat at my desk looking over Ozzie's file. There wasn't anything unusual that would help me solve what Marla was talking about. Ozzie was fine. In fact, he was in perfect health. His parents said that he was fine and he never been in a mental hospital. I made Nigel ask that question because I'm too nice. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Bug, what is wrong with you?" Someone called to me. I looked up to see Woody staring down at me.
"What?" I asked. I knew what was wrong. Nigel came by.
"Hey there, Woody. I need your help in examination room four, Bug." He said. I got up to follow him but Woody stood in my way.
"Why did you and Nigel talk to Mayor Livingsten?"
"Because I had to figure something out. Now, if you don't mind, Nigel is waiting for me." I tried to walk pass him but, yet again, he blocked my way. I give up.
"What possessed you to have Nigel ask him is Ozzie was put in a mental hospital? They just lost their son. Could you be anymore cold- hearted?"
"I talked to Marla two days ago and she had an argument with Ozzie hours before he died." I informed him.
"She didn't say anything about an argument." Woody said, confused. "What was it about?"
"I don't know. She wouldn't tell me. In fact, she ran out when I asked her about it. I haven't seen her since. Are you done yelling at me so I can get back to work?" I asked. Yes, I could be rude.
"Yeah, I'm done. Bug, I would expect this from Jordan but not from you." He said as he moved aside.
"Well, Jordan isn't the only one who can go after ghosts." I said while walking pass him but I stopped. "And, another thing, I don't think Marla killed her brother."
I left before Woody could open his mouth. Why is it strange that I want to look more into something but it's fine if Jordan does it?