I don't believe in ghosts

“Hello Ace! Haven’t seen you here in a while!” 

Tate sat on the corner, collecting his thoughts. He’d just come from the crime scene, and his notes were rapidly taken with a messy hand. He let the notepad lay in his lap as he replaced his gloves and adjusted the brim of his brown derby hat.

He’d just returned from a four-year stint in Japan. His mother’s family had requested his presence for important matters; at its conclusion, he returned to Wales to assure his father’s well-being before heading home to London. He loved this town; he felt it was easier to fit in. A Japanese-Welshman in a wheelchair could have be the culmination of minorities, but he got by. His job afforded him the freedom that most invalids like himself could not afford.

However, Tate didn’t think of himself as such. A man of different abilities,perhaps but not an invalid. His chair in particular, was the sole reason of his independence. His father, an inventor, designed a much more mobile chair and his son was the owner of the third prototype.

Across the way was a pub, wherein a few of the patrons might have witnessed the murder. He rolled in, a few of the people turning around to see him, He decided that he’d like a drink before he went about his job.

To say that the young brunette was in a strange position would have been an understatement. A woman that held two jobs, simply for the entertainment of it, wasn't particularly normal. At least with one job, she was Clara, the other Ms. Oswald. The advantages to being a governess, so very few people ask your first name. While, in a pub, well, it was harder for the drunkards to track her down without a last name. There was a method to her madness.

Going from table to table, Clara kept the advantages to her life in mind as she filled orders and batted off the already intoxicated men that would soon be kicked out, knowing the way that the other employees thought. At least she would be free of them soon, and then going to the children.

Hearing the door open, she looked up to see a young man. The wheelchair threw her off for a moment, but soon, she was just smiling. Perhaps she would have one customer that didn't drive her completely insane.