Needless to say we ended up in the rectory with tea. “I know that one of my parishioners was saying her lawyer’s partner has been acting odd.”

“Fitz and Lawson.”

He nodded. “Small city, I suppose.”

“Fitz is under Tyz’vel’s influence. I can’t tell more than that. He kind of stinks of him.”

Father William nods. “Well. I’m trying to arrange to meet him, and I might be able to tell.”

I nodded. “I want to know if he can be saved. If not, then…” I tailed off. “I need to discredit him.”

Seb frowned.

“He’s got Mike on trumped up police brutality charges that are going to get him fired and me and Kanesha put back in group homes, Seb.” I sighed. “Have to stop it.”

“…oh.” He looked at me. “And with the current climate…”

“…people are looking for an example on that front. I know.”

I did know, but I was determined that said example wasn’t going to be Mike. There were plenty of actually racist cops out there.

William frowned. “Put Kanesha front and center?”

I shook my head. “Some people will still believe a guy’s racist if he’s married to a black woman.”

“Point,” the priest said. “It would appear like the ‘I have black friends’ defense, wouldn’t it.”

I nodded again. “It’s better to make the people making the charges look ridiculous.”

“They have to put some kind of name to it.”

“It’s supposedly the victim’s family.” My lips quirked. “Maybe that’s the next place I should pay a visit in disguise. Check them for possession.”

“More likely he promised them justice.”

I shook my head. “More likely he promised them vengeance.” A pause. “There’s something else we could do.” I looked at Seb. “We could try a seance.”

Seb considered that. “Wouldn’t get us anything we could use.”

“Would get us the face of the person who actually did it. Then we could look for proof.” I stood up. “For now. I’m going to visit the family.”

William smiled. “Good idea. I’ll keep working on getting close enough to Fitz for a good look at him.”
For now, I’d have to take that as what I could get.