*Sydney Roswell's POV*
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"What do you mean, Ma'am?" I asked Marcella, and we followed her when she walked a distance and sat at the nearby bench fronting a closed store.
"She told me she wouldn't help any ghost." The guy following the woman answered me, and OJ and I looked at him in skepticism.
"What do you mean?" OJ asked him, and he let out a deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders.