(IC) Community Center: Main Room
"Hello?" Erica said it louder, but still there was only silence. "HELLOOOOOOO." Still nothing. Having lost patience, she slammed the phone handset down on the cradle.
"What the hell. Why do people do that?" After rolling her eyes in disgust, she noticed that the dead lady cop was back. It looked like she wanted to say something but nothing came out of her mouth but gibberish. Erica found it hard to even look at her but she also pitied the woman. She obviously had something to say, and having been murdered had to suck.
Maybe there was another way. Erica could see them and hear them. Maybe she could touch them too. Or more specifically, be touched at some level. Taking a pen and paper from the desk, she looked to the dead detective and held up the paper.
"I know you want to tell me something. I'll hold the pen. You try to guide my hand." Placing the paper on the desk, she held the pen ready and waited.