Chapter 17: A Rather Skeptical Ghost

MHOREIN's POV

We're quietly sitting at the third row of one of the rooms in a funeral home. In the middle of the hall is an ash gray porcelein jar containing the remains of Inspector George Arcilla and a huge photo of him surrounded by different types of flowers. Around us are half of the office and agency, his fsmily and friends.

Including me, Chain and Aiden. Knowing Aiden for a while, I have never seen him so devastated. With dark circles under his puffy eyes, messy hair and rough facial hair. He's been assisting Inspector Arcilla's family with the wake and other arrangements. I get how he feels. Aiden had known Inspector Arcilla even before we worked together. He used to mention how the Inspector treated him like a son when he was just a trainee and before he was assigned to work with us. Aiden developed a fatherly bond with him since Aiden's father died years ago.

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