They dismissed what he’d asked, needing to cover all of their bases.
Dead ones.
“Honor, can you have Trent show you where this camera is, and can you take a look around?” she asked.
When Honor stared at her, she got it. Someone wanted some privacy to talk to the dead.
“Sure. Counselor, can you do that?”
He nodded.
“Absolutely, because that was NOT me. I didn’t order those pentacles, and after, you can explain because I don’t like being called a liar. I’m many things, Detective, but I’m honest.”
The dead woman got cranky.
“My son isn’t a liar. I raised a good man! I’m going to kick that woman’s ass!”
The husband sighed.
“Calm down, Della. You’re not kicking anyone’s ass,” he stated.
As Trent led Honor away, Tori went there.
“Okay, dead parents. Two questions. Is your son killing people?”
The woman gasped.
“I’m punching her first.”
Tori held up her hands.
“Listen, someone is causing people to die and taking their spirits. You’re possibly next, since those pentacles showed up here. Help us clear your son before you guys end up going missing too. Okay?”
The husband nodded.
“I’ll help,” he said.
His wife held his hand, and that last part seemed to calm her down a bit.
“Fine. James and I will help.”
Well, at least they found some dead left around here that might be helpful.
“Is your son killing people? Again, I ask because we’re trying to save people’s lives.”
James shook his head.
“No. He’s not.”
Well, there was that.
“Is he psychic?” Julian asked.
Della shook her head.
“No, because we’ve been trying to get him to talk to us for a while. He can’t see us. Do you know how frustrating that is?” she asked.
Julian and Tori both knew that excluded him then. This killer would be psychic. He’d have to get in and out of the static to make a move on Lucian and Oracle.