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"You still have that?" Her jaw dropped, but quickly fixed itself. "Jesus christ. Open it."
"You still have that?" Her jaw dropped, but quickly fixed itself. "Jesus christ. Open it."
He opened the folder, pulling out the papers. "A few names stick out for some reason…" He remarked. "Like, on the first page, but it's probably just me."
"Who are they?" Lulu asked, getting up and walking over to lean over his shoulder.
"Uh, Trixie Tye and Klaus Fighter, both deceased as of 1972." He said, looking down at the list. "Loved Klaus's band…"
"Hey…" Lulu studied the paper. "I know a Trixie Tye!" She exclaimed, eyes wide.
"Wait, seriously?" He asked looking up.
She nodded. "I mean, she's dead now…but she was my grandma. Really good musician, though." She said, looking back at him and nodding.
"Odd… I was not related to Klaus Fighter, so there goes my connection." He said, scratching his head.
“You both look a lot alike, though. And no offense to either, but your personalities are both similar.” She noted.
"Yeah, I guess." He muttered. "I mean, I did lowkey idolize him growing up."
“Weird.” She frowned. “It’s almost like reincarnates.”
"Huh?" He asked, brain blanking on the word.
“Like, Trixie and Klaus were reincarnated.” She explained slowly to him, leaning farther over his shoulder.
"Okay, so working on that assumption…" He said. "This still makes no fucking sense."
“I know it doesn’t. It’s a theory.” She said, sighing. “It’s not like we can go up and ask.”
"No, but we can find out how these people died. They were musicians, right? They had a following, we can probably find 'em online." He said.
“That’ll help how?” Lulu asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Think, if we're working on the theory of reincarnation here, and if they might have had a hand in their deaths, they's want them gone for good, wouldn't they?" He said, opening his phone and typing in a name. "Look, Johnny Truce, the first name on the page. He died of a drug overdose, shocking his bandmates, because despite how he tended to act, he was terrified of drugs since he watched his father overdose as a child!"
Lulu nodded. “That doesn’t make sense. How would they make him overdose voluntarily, though? Think.”
"Maybe it wasn't voluntary." He said. "Ya know, they never did an autopsy, and there is very few info from the police besides the cause of death?"
“That’s ridiculous. Bull.” Lulu argued, sighing.
"No, really, look!" He said, showing her the article.
"No autopsy? For some of the most famous musical figures of the time? Yeah, right," Lulu scoffed, but reading the article anyway.
"Exactly! It's fishy!"
"So…there's a government agency that reincarnates musicians?" She raised an eyebrow and peered at him, dark brown eyes skeptic. "What were they doing to Kathleen, then?"
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