Page 181 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Oh, call it a hunch.

If the man was having sex with one of his patients, they were pretty sure he wouldn’t mind stooping to lying to the cops during an investigation.

That would be the least shocking thing that happened in this case. There was no doubt the man was going to lie his ass off to not lose his license.

Only, someone was about to be out of luck.

When a familiar Lexus pulled up, and Hart got out of it, they knew he was ready to work.

He was in a blazer and had sunglasses on. The man looked every inch a cop, since he’d been one.

As he vacated his ride, the ladies did the same.

Immediately upon reaching them, he hugged them both in greeting.

“If it’s not my two favorite detectives in the whole city,” he said, grinning.

The dimple in his cheek told them he was beyond amused by all of this. The last time he’d crossed paths with Honor while working, she told him that he made her twitchy.

Well, someone was about to twitch up a storm.

“Laugh it up, Chuckles,” Honor said. “You’re lucky you’re one of the least annoying PIs in the town,” she stated.

He snorted.

“The love, Honor. I feel it to my soul.”

Yeah, well, she was three days past exasperated with this whole situation. They’d tagged an innocent man as guilty, he’d died, and they were still playing chase—but with a freaking psychic.

This was her nightmare scenario.

Her partner took over.

“Thank you for joining us,” Bishop said. “We would have explained over the phone, but we wanted to keep this on the DL as much as possible.”

Honestly, he didn’t mind.

He and Lennox were in lockdown mode at their house, but he was also packing a pentacle charmed by their resident witches. There was NO FREAKING WAY he was playing reindeer games in Salem.

And neither were his wife and kids.

PASS.

For now, he felt safe, simply because no sketchy pentacle had showed up at his house to show he was marked to die.

“No problem. I was shocked Honor wanted me here. You know, psychic and all. I believe she said something along the lines of ‘a snowball’s chance in Hell of it ever happening again’ last time.”

She laughed.

“Once upon a time, I was a cop not married to a witch and not married into a family of psychics. I was able to detect without you meddling kids up in my business. Crazy. I know. The mighty have fallen flat on their goddamn faces. Trust me. I’m questioning my life choices.”

Clearly.

He patted her on the back as Bishop reassured him.

“Take solace in the fact, Hart, that you’re her favorite psychic out of them all. At least your gift is helpful. Case in point as to why we called you to ‘consult’.

He laughed again.