long shot Croc didn’t know what was in the Drug cocktail that was being pushed on the streets, and Shade knew that the mushrooms that could be found in the drug could only be found in dark moist environments, as well as the mushrooms would of needed only a certain amount of water, to much they would die, to little and they would wilt making their natural toxins less potent meaning that they where being cultivated, and since the cops hadn’t found a drug lab in their ongoing investigation only meant that the drugs had been getting into the city, which left a large gap of how it was possible.

“Land, sea, and air.” Shade said to himself as he sat down at his work bench and started to work on another gadget. “No the docks are cut off, the cops have been searching them stringently, meaning only land and air, and the only landing strip inside the city is ran by Kahn industries, which means ether Kahn is working with the drug lord, one of his workers are, or he him self is the drug lord. Planes that land on the bay are searched at the docks, so that leaves them off my list, but then again the drugs could be coming in by vehicle.” Shade stopped working for a minutes and started to tap a screwdriver on his desk. “Transportation can wait, first I need to figure out the work force, there have been no reported kidnappings, and my homeless friends haven’t been filling me in on any of their pals vanishing,… so ether the work force in voluntary, or it’s being supplied another way. Then we get down to how the drugs are packaged, are they done at the work sight or brought in… no if it was done at the work sight then a red flag would have caught the chiefs eye for how many glass vials being ordered, even but then again if Kahn industries is running the show then that would fit a lot easier, but it would fit to easy, granted Kahn industries as the resources to pull this off, it would make no since for him to do it, the company alone is making millions hand over foot… Solved one case, and now I’m swamped with 20 more. what did Dad always use to say? Chip the damn cause a flood.” As Shade stopped tapping his screwdriver he focused his attention on the task at hand. “Who ever is behind this, I’m going to need to be ready for anything they can throw at me, which means finishing up the work on my latest invention.” as Shade started to work again, he didn’t notice Kit’s eyes opening up and looking at him half asleep.

‘Always fighting, always wanting to be the best, always pushing himself to help others, but ignoring his own wants and desires.’ Kit thought to him self as his eyes drifted down to the foot locker under Shade’s desk, the book had been returned but now Kit knew the truth behind Shade, he knew why Shade kept fighting, kept wanting to fight for others while ignoring his own desires, he had seen it in Shade’s eyes many times before. Shade wanted a family but he pushed people away that got to close, he feared of a curse that was only in his head. He fought for anyone, and everyone that needed his help, because he thought he needed to regain something he never lost. Kit closed his eyes knowing that he would need to get his rest for what he was going to do in the morning. The next morning Kit found Shade in what looked to be a make shift target range shooting a bow and arrow at targets that he had drawn on old crates. “Hey Shade.” Shade stopped shooting and kept facing the direction of the targets. “Listen Shade, it’s about this, all of this really. Don’t get me wrong, helping people is a great thing, and you’ve been doing a great job at it, but don’t you think it’s about time you quite? I mean you’ve been lucky so far, and you’ve done a lot of good for the city, but isn’t it about time you just step aside and let the cops handle the crime in the city?”

“The cops, yeah the corrupt government foot soldiers that let their power go to their head, and spent more time lining their pockets then defending the people of this city.” Shade’s words sent a chill down Kit’s spine, and cause him to take a step back from Shade wondering if maybe it was to late to reach him.

“Shade listen to me, you have to stop this, you have to stop fighting before it’s to late, before you become the very thing your fighting against.” There was only the sound of tin hitting the ground after Shade tossed something over his shoulder. Kit looked down and saw the button that the protesters had given him days before, he had forgotten that it was in his pocket.

“It fell out of your shirt last night as you tossed and turned. Dreaming about your loved ones, fearing that I was still trying to replace you. Rest assured Kit I never had those intentions, if I did I would have never bothered in helping you.” Kit picked up the button and felt like kicking himself for not throwing the button away when he first got it.

“Shade I.” Kit stopped when Shade raised his hand.

“You don’t have to say anything Kit, Your very choice to hate me is something I fight for on the streets. Your case was solved last night, I was able to track down Croc and his goon, and got him to admit you knew nothing about the drugs you had been delivering. You can return home Kit, back to your family.” Kit looked at Shade’s back he thought about telling Shade that he had read the book under his workbench, but thought it better not to do it right then, not knowing how angry Shade might already be, or what Shade might do at that moment with the bow and arrow. As Shade got back to his target practice Kit looked at him and turned away leaving through the only door he knew in the place and having to try and find his way through the maze of the sewer. Around noon Kit arrived at Higher for Hire, as he walked inside he saw Detective Lupe sitting on the other side of the desk from Rebecca and Baloo. In a flash both parental figures jumped up and ran towards Kit and embraced him, followed only moments later when Molly came out of the kitchen and ran up giggling hugging her big brother to be.

“Well it seems that you all need some time together.” Lupe said, as she stood up and smiled at the family. “Don’t worry Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham, with the evidence that was obtained your son has been cleared of all charges, and Croc is going to prison for a long time.”

“Not long enough if you ask me.” Baloo said, as he looked at Lupe.

“Agreed, as for you young man.” Lupe turns her attention to Kit who looked at her with a bit of puzzlement. “Before you go getting jobs your should talk with your folks about it, other wise you might end up in the same kind of trouble.”

“Yes ma-am.” When Lupe left the four made their way into the kitchen, and started to talk about the events of the past few days. Kit told Baloo and Rebecca about Shade’s lair, but left out the part about the book he had found.

“I’m just glade your home and safe, and when Lupe called me this morning I knew we would have to celebrate, that’s why I bought us 4 tickets to a magic show this week.” Rebecca said, as she smiled at Kit who looked at the tickets but didn’t seem all that happy about it. “Kit what’s wrong I thought you enjoyed magic?” Rebecca asked, sounding almost hurt that Kit wasn’t as happy as she thought he would be.

“I do, but…”

“But what kiddo?” Baloo asked, as he pulled Kit close wondering if his son was alright.

“I’m kind of worried about Shade.” with that Rebecca nodded a few times and then kissed Kit on the forehead, proud to know that the recent events hadn’t changed his kind heart.

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Alright i know it's been a while, but i've been stuck on the next chapter for a while and decided to make this into a multi part story. What i can tell you about the next installment is that some one is going to die. stay tune for Ghost files part 2 to find out who.

P.s. no i'm not going to tell anyone if it's one of the higher for hire members or not, that would be giving away to much.