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Genesis.

Lucian.

The Littlemoons.

Booth shared what they’d figured out before, since this all seemed to tie together.

“We thought this might be Thomas Vanderbilt, but he’s not here. I scryed before. He’s in Cali. When I was digging into the killer, the crystal flew out of my hand and did that.”

He pointed to the picture on the floor with a two-inch crystal embedded in it.

Tori took a stab at it.

“You opened the door wide enough for a spirit to enter. It was warning us. Thomas Vanderbilt isn’t here, but the killer is. It’s already here.”

Yeah, he did.

“Oh, there’s more,” he offered.

It appeared they were attacking this thing on multiple fronts, like Avalon had suggested.

Booth continued.

“I kept searching, and Thomas Vanderbilt the second had a sister. She married a man by the name of Kennedy Sinclair. She was killed in her house. The Sinclair family was also huge here, as they were also direct descendants to the people who founded this area. They came over on the boat, and both families joined money and power.”

Tori was listening.

Now, she was curious.

“Was she killed by this thing?” she asked.

Booth shook his head.

“Not unless she stabbed herself in the chest about forty times and then lit her house on fire. She died, her husband didn’t. Later, he remarried to ANOTHER Vanderbilt, and they had a child. We just can’t find more. The archives…it was a while ago, and a lot of it is suspiciously missing. If the Sinclairs also had money…they could have bought that anonymity.”

Tori sat there.

“When?”

He told them.

“It was the same time Genesis’ parents left, heading West. We don’t have an exact day, but we know it was close to the time.”

Tori tapped her fingers.

“What if one of them killed her to slow it down. If there was no child born, yet, maybe they thought that their offspring would be safe? What if they didn’t leave here to escape the entity, as much as one of them killed this person, and they had to go?”

That was possible.

Bishop shrugged.

“I mean, if I knew someone was possessed with evil, and was going to come for my child one day, I’d pack my shit and get the hell out of here. How old are you, Genesis?”

She shared.

“Thirty-two.”

Julian considered it.