> Hear the lady's story.
She called herself 'Lauren', but 'Pine' seemed more appropriate. The lady looks dead, very dead. You've seen dead bodies before- you're not exactly a STRANGER to MURDER MOST FOUL- and off-hand it looks like she was DROWNED or POISONED. The eerie WHITE FOG that rolled in behind her wasn't much of a help, either. She walks up to your desk and sits on it. "I hear you deal with GOD PROBLEMS."
"Maybe. I also take APPOINTMENTS."
"I can't exactly reach a PHONE from the CEMETERY... Bjorn, yeah?" She pauses. "You got a spare CIGAR?"
"These things are TERRIBLE for you," you mention, before handing her a cigar and a LIGHT.
She chuckles. "That's not exactly a PROBLEM for me anymore, Bjorn."
"So what IS your PROBLEM? And why do you think it should be best resolved by someone who isn't the POLICE?"
She tries to inhale and puff out smoke, but instead it settles into more of that EERIE WHITE FOG that's creeping EVERYWHERE in your office. "It's that man you just met. What did he call himself? JOHN, the GOD OF RAILROADS? Hmph. Minute I turned thirty five, he drugs me and throws me into the river." Another puff of DEEP FOG.
"And, again, that's something to tell the COPS."
"I'm DEAD, the cops aren't going to TAKE MY WORD FOR IT." Hm. What do you say to that?