“Do you have cameras? Security?”
He nodded.
“Of course, I do. I have doorbell cameras, on each door. That’s pretty much it, though. I don’t have other security. Nothing happens here in Salem. It’s pretty quiet.”
Oh, it wasn’t.
This man had no clue, or he was a damn good actor. It was time to find out which.
“Are they accusing my son?” the woman said to her dead husband. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly! I bet his ex has something to do with this! She was a bitch!”
Tori went there.
“We’re not accusing you, but we have questions. If it wasn’t you, someone had to have them sent here.”
That one sentence had the two dead people’s attention, pretty damn fast.
Like stray cats when a can of food opened.
Both moved closer to her and Julian, and their faces were inches from theirs.
Julian gave his wife a look.
Well, they now knew they could see them.
“I think she sees us,” the dead woman said, as if she was in Julian’s head.
Trent protested.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t order anything to be delivered here. I certainly didn’t order pentacles from a case you’re working. There has to be a mistake.”
Honor looked over at Tori.
“What do you think?”
She shrugged.
“Can you prove you didn’t know?” she asked, already suspecting this man wasn’t going to be their killer. The dead were all over this place, and his parents were protecting him.
The energy here wasn’t bad.
“Like I said, I have doorbell cameras!”
Immediately, Trent pulled out his phone.
“What time, again? I turn my alerts off for my door simply because I’m in court a lot, and it’s relatively quiet here. As for the former, you know I’m in court a lot, trying to get people off from cops who make shit up.”
Well, hell.
Someone was spicy.
Immediately, Honor’s brow went up.
“Yeah, all that setting free of criminals after we get them caught must be exhausting. I’m sure you sleep like a baby once they are back out there reoffending all over the goddamn place.”
He stared at her.
“Are you calling me something uncomplimentary?” he asked.