Page 216 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Going into her phone, Bishop put the address in to see if it was tied to an address with the DMV.

And it was.

On her phone, one single name popped up, and it was a very familiar one—especially to the cops in Salem.

Trenton James Stevens

Oh, boy.

The defense attorney who drove them all insane by getting criminals off the hook had the pentacles delivered to his home.

“Well, we either just got really lucky, or this is going to be one hell of a weird coincidence,” Bishop admitted.

Now, everyone was focused on her.

“What do you mean?” Tori asked.

She showed her the driver’s license tied to that address, and it was no other than the man who kicked this whole shitshow off.

The attorney.

“So, Trent Stevens, Lonnie Jackson’s attorney, who came to us, meaning Lianna, to hire us, owns the house where the pentacles were delivered? The same pentacles that we’ve found on every single body?” Tori asked.

Oh, that was bad.

For.

Him.

Instead of saying anything, Bishop just nodded.

Tori knew what they were doing next.

“Julian and I will head there. We’ll see what we can find out.”

Honor laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

“Oh, Littlemoon banes to my existence, if you think for one second, I’m letting you go do this alone…well, you’ve lost your goddamn minds! Oh, and I’ll be losing my goddamn badge!”

Well, no shock there.

Honor was NOT playing games.

“I don’t like that the attorney started this, and I certainly don’t like that you two want to go galivanting over there like you have a badge,” Honor stated.

“Galivanting? What are you? Ninety? Do you want us to come sit on the davenport in your parlor next?”

She pointed at her.

“Listen! You leave my Scrabble kink out of this. What Booth and I do in our downtime is not your business.”

Tori laughed because that was not what she was expecting.

“I said what I said,” Honor stated. “It’s worth a lot of points.”