Page 45 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

“So, you think that she actually had to come in contact with this person, and they slipped the medallion into her pocket?” he asked. “Because that’s getting up close to someone. I couldn’t put anything in your pockets without you knowing I was doing it.”

He had a point.

Only, Tori knew there were only so many possibilities of how this had happened. Wynter wasn’t a weak woman. She’d been a cop who’d saved Ridge’s life.

She was street savvy, and balls-to-the-wall tough, much like Bishop and Honor.

You didn’t survive as a cop by being a pushover.

Before, they were lost in the grief, but now, they were hellbent on finding this person. They were on the case, and her husband was right.

They needed to approach this like Avalon Carter was their client. This was going to be a tough investigation, but they’d pull it off without the dead helping them.

Why?

Oh, maybe because they were NOT losing Lucian.

Or anyone else.

Tori shared what she knew, in case they weren’t aware of what went down.

“She called Ridge before going back to the house to spend time with Sophia. She would have said she found a medallion, don’t you think?”

That was a no-brainer.

They all nodded.

Well, then, it looked as if they all agreed.

“So, someone had to put it on her person.”

Julian knew what that meant.

“We’re going to have to retrace her steps. She did interviews yesterday. She was at that shop, the shrink, and…who knows where else? She was on her own after Honor split off. If someone approached her, it would have been when she didn’t have a cop all over her. Honor is hyper vigilant about her surroundings.”

Booth laughed.

“She’s paranoid as fuck, and in this case, I’m damn glad she is. Everyone needs to be. If all it’s taking is someone putting a pentacle in their pocket…”

That was true.

When Honor got free, she was going to have to talk to them. This was going to be out of the cops’ hands.

It was in theirs now.

Raven reassured them.

“One, you’re all charmed with trinkets from me. Two, as long as you’re not depressed, and down, you should be good. This thing is a dream weaver/psychic vampire, and they prey on weakness psychologically. No one who is depressed should be out there working this.”

Julian looked around.

There were a lot of people in the room, and all of them were damn valuable to him and Victoria.

“Well, it’s time to be honest, fam. Anyone here got the blues? Speak now, or end up dead if this thing finds you,” he said bluntly because it was a serious matter.

No one spoke.

Until Lucian did.