Page 261 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Tori nodded.

“Yeah, Lonnie was the aberration in this one. All the women have been witches, or witch adjacent, like in Wynter’s case,” Tori said. “This person is psychic, and using that to manipulate their minds and cause them to commit suicide.”

He stared at them.

Then, he laughed.

“Oh, okay,” he said. “Funny. How about you just tell me the truth and stop bullshitting me? Let me guess. You’re psychic now too.”

Tori sighed.

Nope.

Never.

“They never just believe us,” she said, jumping through hoops like the show pony she felt like most of the time when she told people what they did. “Your mother and father are right beside you,” she said, knowing his dead parents were about to get their wish.

At her words, he blinked.

Then, he got angry.

“That’s not funny!”

Oh, well, she wasn’t being funny.

“Names?” Tori asked.

She listened as the two dead people went there.

“I’m James Montgomery Stevens, and this is my wife, Della Rose Stevens. She was a historian and librarian, and I was on the city council for years.”

She reiterated what they said.

The whole time, he didn’t look happy. He also didn’t look convinced, and they got that.

It was easy to Google in today’s day and age.

“You should leave,” he stated angrily.

Honor stopped him.

“You wanted to know,” she reminded him. “You wanted in on this clusterfuck, and while I know what they are saying sounds strange, they aren’t lying. They see dead people, and your place is filthy with them.”

He looked around.

The air got chillier, and they all felt it.

Tori explained.

“What you’re feeling is them. Your mother keeps saying she raised a good son. Your father is beyond proud. What do you want to know that only they could answer? I’ll play the games if we can put this to bed.”

He went there.

“I do one thing every night before bed. What is it? No one knows but me, and if they are here, they’d know.”

Tori listened.

“He’s a nerd. He likes books,” James stated. “He also reads in my old study. He says goodnight to us and touches one of my fishing flies that is mounted on a plaque by the door. As he’s walking out, he flicks it.”