What Rekha pointed out was sothing thought worthy indeed. The Montgory family alone had produced three guardians so far and more than three dozen hunters through the years. Their ho was protected with talismans and shields and runes from the gates to every toilet on ground. If a demon had visited the Montgory ho, there was a ninety percent chance that the residents would have known.
If they had taken down Azur, they would not have missed the opportunity to brag about it. If he had attacked them, they also would not have missed the opportunity to publicize it.
So, what had happened over two decades ago?
Maureen made a hissing sound. "It is one of two things, either Azur paid them a visit and they did not even realize it which is strange because at least the guardians in that family would have found demonic residue or he overpowered them, so they made a deal with that demon for their own survival." She aired her suspicions.
"Or Azur did not make it on the grounds of their estate. Maybe their ho is demon proof like ours." Phoebe pointed out.
Grandma Mayfair let out a soft sigh. "I do not care about those shaless Montgory's all I want is to find my husband." From the ti she found out about Cillian possibly being alive she could barely think about anything else.
"Mother, do you think that this is going to be easy? Father has veiled himself in so spell and we cannot locate him." Maureen rolled her eyes. Her mother was not the only frustrated person on the matter and applying pressure was not going to help.
Grandma Mayfair's eyes drifted to Phoebe. "And our very powerful spirit friend cannot help? Now is the ti to do that voodoo which you do so well." She posed the question respectfully and stated her expectations.
The spirit cleared its throat, preparing itself to dash grandma Mayfair's hopes. "I am still researching on a spell that is powerful enough to break through this shield that he put around himself." It explained. "It is possible that he is not hiding himself but sothing or soone else is hiding it. However, whatever it is, I will find a way through."
The spirit wanted to add that it could make no promises because it was not the most powerful being in the world. There were other things that could hide Cillian in places that even it could not penetrate.
"Thank you, ancestor, now all we can do is wait." Phoebe replied swiftly, then her eyes shifted to her desk and paused on a full basket of sweets. The fact that the basket was still full made her worry about a certain ghost that would have devoured all the sweets in two days. "Has anyone of you seen Connie lately? I feel like i have not seen her in a very long ti." Her eyes road around quizzically, having Connie around was stressful but at the sa ti cases were less boring without her.
Moreover, she had been a constant in Phoebe's life for more than a year now. Her absence lately was exceeding beyond normal.
The spirit pulled its lips to the side. "She has not been in the space either for an entire week maybe she is having so much fun being with her brother." It gave a logical response.
Phoebe rose to her feet. "We will be eting with grandpa Rufus tonight at the Saxon tower so I will go upstairs and get so rest before the night cos. While on that I will check up on Connie." She shared with them.
Before she could leave, Rosset knocked once before opening the door. "Pheebs, there is a human consult for you here, the man looks pretty horrified." She inford her.
Phoebe nodded once and sat back down, there was no rest for the shaman. "Send him in."
Grandma Mayfair excused herself, leaving the matters to the ghost hunting team. If there was sothing fun to gossip about, they would catch her up on it later.
The won settled down and a short man crept into the room, his feet tiptoeing like he was afraid of the very place that he was in.
"This is the shaman's place?" He asked, his eyes darting around. This was the third shaman he had been to, and this place looked nothing like the last two. There were no scary symbols painted on the walls or herbs swinging from the ceiling.
There were no statues of any kind or marking to show what deity the shaman served but rather it was an office, a normal one like that of an accountant. The man pulled his mouth to the side when he saw the maps on the desk and so on the wall. Maybe not an account, perhaps a geography teacher or a sailor. Whatever it was, the office did not say shaman.
The man was hesitant, he had no idea what kind of shaman this was. Was she a cooperate one?
Nodding her head, Phoebe wore a welcoming smile. "Yes, this is the office, and I am the shaman. We all here are ready to help you so why don't you take a seat and tell what your problem is?" She asked, her eyes studying his trembling hands. "You seem uneasy, why don't we get you sothing to drink?"
The man sat down, and Rekha brought him a cup of hot coffee. She smiled reassuringly as she returned to sofa and sat down to his left.
He held the coffee cup in his hands, using it to warm them. "My na is Fin Rhode; I am here looking for help because I bought a photo studio recently using my life's savings. It was cheap but located in a prestigious neighborhood on Plum Street." Fin began to narrate.
Maureen raised her hand halfway. "And how much did you buy it Fin? Because property on Plum Street costs and arm and a leg." She seized him up. "No offense but you do not look like the type that can afford it." Her words were polite but carried a tinge of slight arrogance.
"I thought that it was just my luck, I bought the studio at only two hundred thousand." Fin answered.
Maureen made a wincing sound. "Oh dear Fin, you should have run for your life, hell if I was sold property on Plum Street at that price, I would think that I was being scamd! The cheapest property on that street goes for close to ten million."
She gawked at him, wondering why he never got suspicious. He should have called the police to arrest the seller imdiately.
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