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Before they could ask anything else, they heard footsteps.

“Can you tell him we love him? Can you tell him we’re here?”

Absolutely not.

This wasn’t the time or the place.

Tori went there.

“Stay in this house, and if something comes here that feels dark, run. Get out of here. It’s taking souls, and it’s destroying them. You’ll never see Trent again.”

The woman gasped.

And that was all Tori could say.

“Are you satisfied?” Trent asked. “You saw the camera, you saw there was NO WAY I could sneak out of my house to get to it, and you can see my car is clearly not on the camera. I left in the morning and was gone all day.”

Honor broke the bad news—well, bad news for them, not for Trent.

“He’s clear. You good?”

Tori nodded.

“We agree that he’s clear.”

That told Honor all she needed to know.

They’d spoken to the dead, and they had confirmation that this guy wasn’t doing it.

Damn.

“Now, can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? First, Lonnie is a killer, and then he’s killed. Now, this bullshit. What is happening?”

Tori went there.

“Okay, you’re going to need to bear with us on this one. It’s going to sound…”

“WEIRD,” Honor stated. “Trust and believe.”

She sighed.

“Really? You’re married to a witch. When are you going to stop that?”

She shrugged.

“When they bury me, Littlemoon.”

Apparently.

From behind the counter, Trent was waiting. It was only a matter of time before it stopped being ‘patiently’.

“Anyway, Lonnie wasn’t killing people. We found out that there is someone behind this, and they struck again. Twice,” Tori said. “Wynter Hunterhurst, our employee, was one of them, and so was Destiny Darthmouth. She was found dead this morning, and we’re sure you heard about Wynter. It’s all over the news.”

He had.

Immediately, he went there.

“I’m sorry for your loss. So, this person framed Lonnie?” he asked.


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