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His wife was really putting it all on one shot and risking everything.

His fingers were crossed.

For all of them.

* * * L I T T L E M O O N * * *

Middle Of The Night

Salem, MA

The Hunt

They’d gotten their nap, and now, Jagger and Maura had a list of addresses from Avalon. While they’d said they were going to linger around the places where the dead were found, they had even more addresses.

Yeah, Oracle had pulled some places out of the static, and they were supposed to get a bead on the area.

She knew that this killer was going to move again, and it would be up to them to catch him off guard.

Since neither she nor Jagger were the slightest bit psychic, this person wouldn’t feel them coming.

And that was their only advantage.

Only, why had they lied to Lucian and Bishop and not told them about the plan?

Well, because Avalon had told them not to, and when Oracle spoke, you listened and didn’t ask questions. They’d learned that years ago, when they worked to keep her safe. She had the final say, despite anything else.

Honestly, it was best not to know.

What they needed to do was keep their eyes open and find whatever was causing this mess.

Low.

Key.

Avalon didn’t want the Littlemoons to know about it for one reason, and only one reason.

This was their job.

Or it had been.

It was one thing to hunt a killer, and solve crimes, but it was a whole other ballgame to play this kind of game.

Oh, and they understood it.

If the Littlemoons found out, they likely wouldn’t, but Oracle was the most powerful psychic for a reason, and this was what she’d done to keep other psychics safe.

The Littlemoons included.

Sometimes, you had to make questionable choices to save the majority of the people.

“I don’t like going behind their backs,” Jagger said. “Hell! I don’t like playing this game anymore.”

His wife patted his leg.

Oh, she was well aware.

That was her sentiment, too.