Page 230 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

“This is bad,” Booth stated. “He’s taken another?”

Lucian nodded.

“Yeah, we have our next victim. I have to meet my wife. Can you guys hold down the fort without me?”

Booth didn’t like the idea that there would be more. They’d believed Wynter to be the last one, but now…

This could escalate fast.

When his phone chimed, he pulled it from his pocket. On his phone, he saw a message from Julian.

‘We are going to start interviewing some suspects. Can you do research on Thomas Vanderbilt? And see if he’s in the area? We need to find him. It might take some scrying. We’re almost out of time.’

He showed Raven, who was shaking his head.

“We will start digging. A scrying spell will tell us where he is, and we can see if he’s popped up in the media anywhere.”

Lucian was honest.

“His family has homes all over. He’s rich-rich. We haven’t seen him in a while, but that could be intentional. I doubt that if he was doing this, he’d be up in our faces. This darkness knows all about what we can do. He’d avoid us.”

That sounded about right.

Well, this person could only hide for so long.

It looked like witchcraft was going to give them some help on this one.

They hoped.

If not…

Someone else was dying, and that wasn’t going to be good.

Because it might be one of them.

Chapter Seventeen

Minutes Earlier

Raven and Bex’s Home

Saturday Noon

The witch’s home was calm, peaceful, and silent. Well, it was all of those things if you couldn’t see the dead. If you could see them, you knew that it was pure chaos going on with all of them.

They were pissed.

One of the things about the dead were they didn’t like to be trapped. When you could go anywhere, see anything, and do anything you wanted, being put in an invisible box was irritating.

So now, Jake was trying to punch through a wall.

Agatha was crying, and the captain…he was smoking his pipe in a corner.

If that wasn’t annoying enough, Mary Ann was praying for their souls, as Mary Beth was hopscotching all around the room.

And Trey was twitchy.

As he paced, Bethany sat on the coffee table, staring at him.