A/N: Ok guys! Sorry for the fact that this is short. I have a long weekend, so I promise that the next chapter will be the longest one yet. Thanks for the reviews! I really apperciate them. Keep them coming. I love feed back. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 5

Eric Vandorvelt's memorial the next day was an interesting to say the least. I guess the video tech guys where up all night or something because instead of beginning with the usual stuff with my mom and Eric (Eric was now replaced by gray mustache Larry, a guy my mom isn't too fond of), they began the news with a clip reel of him. Some of the footage even dated back to when he was an investigative reporter, some of it when he was laughing with my mom about a story, some of the video was even home movies of him playing with his kids.

After work all of us at the station were piled in at one of the local inns. It was called the Cypreuss Inn and was apparently Eric's favorite. There was even a picture of him on the wall. He was all tan and had pearly whites and was leaning against a golf cart holding a golf ball and his club. Apparently he was on the wall he got a hole in one at the Pebble Beach Resort golf course. If you manage to do so- something that was about as rare as a fast food joint in Carmel- you get your picture taken and free beers for life. To bad that life was cut short by a heart attack.

My mother and I stood by that picture drinking Coke's.

"I still can't believe it." My mom shook her head sloshing some of her drink.

"Mom, relax." I replied setting my drink down on the sticky bar next to us. She sighed and flung herself on to the barstool.

"Simon!" I heard a familiar voice holler at me from behind.

"CeeCee?" I turned away from my mom and cast a curious glance at my best friend. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm with Anna, the editor from the newspaper. She knew Eric and wanted to pay her respects. So I went with her." CeeCee said. Her white skin stood out even more in her black suit.

"Oh. How's the newspaper job going?" I asked.

"Good. Not as interesting as apparently your job." My mom shot her a displeased glance. "Sorry Mrs. Ackerman."

"It's alright CeeCee. Why don't you and Susie catch up? I'll go and talk to Eric's wife, London." My mom got up and smoothed her black dress. She picked up her glass, gave me a hug and walked off.

"So…How's Jesse?" CeeCee asked as she sat down next to me at the bar. Her eyes glistened and I knew she knew something I didn't.

"He's good. And Adam?" I asked sipping my Coke. Adam was CeeCee's boyfriend. She had had a crush on him for years and recently her wish of making him her boyfriend came true.

"Good." She replied looking at her nails.

"CeeCee. Come off it." I sighed.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"What's the story? Enough with the small talk. I know you all to well." I smiled at my friend. Somehow she always managed to know the gossip in the town, making her one of the best reporters at the school paper. Currently she was interning at the Carmel Pine Cone. The paper was founded in the early 1900's.

"Ok…Well, where do I start?" She looked around us suspiciously to make sure no one was listening.

"I find that the beginning is always good." I replied amused.

"Always a kidder Simon. Anyway, I managed to over hear Anna on the phone.

Apparently London, his wife, just found out she is pregnant."

I raised an eyebrow. That was very love story romantic-ish.

"That's it?" I asked.

"No. But now I'm not going to tell you the rest because of your attitude." CeeCee scoffed.

"Cee, I'm sorry." I replied.

"Forgiven. Do you want to hear the rest?" She asked.

"Of cour-" I was interrupted by something very startling. I stared over CeeCee's shoulder and gulped.

"Simon…Something wrong?" She asked me. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"That's because I am." I answered.

"Oh God. Who is it?" CeeCee turned around to look where I was looking. It was useless of course. She couldn't see him. A few months ago I had confessed my "abilities" to her and instead of running away screaming, she told me she had figured something was up. CeeCee was truly one of the best friends a girl could ask for.

"It's…Eric." I replied looking at a very confused Eric Vandorvelt. He had on what he had been wearing before he died, which was a pink dress shirt and navy blue pants and jacket. His tan skin glowed before me.

"He's here?" CeeCee asked looking alarmed. "Suze you need to know something before you talk to him." She pleaded.

I was already trying to subtly catch Eric's eye. He was staring at his wife. I cleared my throat, which caused him to turn around and look at me.

"Mr. Vandorvelt." I stated.

"Suze! Listen! Anna was on the phone and I heard her say-"

"Susannah? You can see me?" He asked. I nodded and half listened to CeeCee.

"Suze!" She grabbed my arm, completely catching my attention. "Suze, she was telling the other person on the phone that Eric had been murdered! Someone poisoned him!" She hissed at me. I guess she didn't know Eric could hear her.

Eric and I both stared at CeeCee dumbly.

"Did that girl just say I was murdered?" Eric asked stepping closer to me. I looked at the both of them.

I had a feeling that the darn psychic was right. My 6th sense was getting me in danger.