Page 184 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

The man lifted a brow.

“Is this the case where my patients are turning up committing suicide?" he asked. “Because I told you yesterday that I needed a warrant,” he said, focusing on the cop he’d met yesterday.

Well, Honor shut him down.

This man wasn’t going to spout the law at them when he was breaking it by sleeping with patients.

Oh.

Hell.

No.

Bishop acquiesced to her partner on this one.

“Well, this is about the woman who came with me yesterday. Maybe you remember. Her name was Wynter Hunterhurst?”

He kept a very neutral face, but they all knew he was thinking the same thing that they were. He was trying to determine if they knew what he did in his spare time.

Honor dropped the bomb.

“Well, now, she’s dead.”

They watched the fallout because that news hit him hard. There was that flicker in his eyes, and the blank façade he had on his face faltered.

Momentarily.

That was all they needed to know. That was enough to tell them he’d been up close and personal with Wynter.

Well, shit.

Their concerns were now confirmed.

Poor Ridge.

Poor Wynter.

As he stood there, Hart was watching him, and there was an aura shift.

A.

Big.

One.

Oh, someone was about to start lying. His aura went a muddy yellow-green color. To Hart, whenever he saw that color, it meant someone was jealous, or about to lie their asses off.

Since his hand had been caught in the Hunterhurst cookie jar, he knew the fun was about to begin.

Hart was betting it was both. He was jealous and about to lie his ass off.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Leon admitted. “I’m not sure what that means for me, since you’re here.”

Yeah, well, he was about to be really sorry.

Honor went in for the kill.

“Did you kill her?” she asked, skipping all the other questions she’d normally ask, and instead, going right for the jugular.