He shook his head as did the rest of the Mayfairs and Luna that said no. They knew something extraordinary was happening, but they had no ability to peek. Not unless Phoebe cast her spells and opened their spiritual eyes like she did sometimes.

Phoebe did not explain, it was not something important to them anyway. They stood in place like Redwood tress in a forest and watched the ghost catchers engage various ghosts that had not escaped fast enough.

Just like the last time in Iborg city, the ghost catchers were impressive showing off their skills and talents as if they were competing with each other for the most kills.

It almost looked like they were playing a game which they were enjoying because quite a few of them were laughing. They brandished their various weapons with ease, gaining the admiration of the few Mayfairs that were watching.

Even though they could not see the ghosts they could picture what was going on.

Two ghost catchers that were carrying a black metallic net with bells run past them.

Everyone turned and followed the two ghost catchers. They watched as they leaped high, then walked in air and caught something in their net.

A howling nightmarish sound was heard and the bells rung, the sound reverberating for miles. It was the sound of torture and pain.

"No wonder they are called ghost catchers, they actually catch ghosts with nets." Edward commented.

"They are like fishermen." Luna added.

Her hands were on her guns, itching to get in on the action but sadly, she could not because she was not a ghost catcher.

"Damn! Andre would have loved this." Collin laughed softly.

He was going to rub this story in his youngest brother's face and watch him roll around on the floor in agony as regret washed over him.

"For once, we are the ones on an adventure with Pheebs." Luke chuckled.

Usually they heard to hear all about the wonderful ghost adventures of Phoebe from Andre. It felt good to witness one for themselves without Andre.

Phoebe waved her hand and opened their eyes in the last two minutes so they were able to witness the ending of the battle between the ghost catchers and the ghosts.

When they were done, the middle aged man approached them. His eyes fixed on Phoebe, ignoring the rest of the people in the group.

He paused in front of Phoebe and took in her physical shape from head to toe with curiosity in his eyes. Phoebe was equally studying him.

He was an older man, probably in his sixties she guessed. He was of average height and build, had thick grey hair and an interesting tear shaped mole below his left eye.

She sensed strength and danger from him, and she was glad the ghosts were in the space, including the Saxon spirit. Phoebe knew that she could not intimidate him or win in a battle against him, not now anyway.

"You must be the infamous Phoebe Mayfair, Citrus's self acclaimed great shaman." His eyes narrowed. "I noticed that you can see the dome, but I don't understand how that is possible, not even the greatest shamans can see it. What are you?"

He raised his right hand to touch her face and Phoebe took a step back.

Edward moved to stand in front of her, switching to protective dad mode. "Morrell, thank you for what you do for Fog country but leave my children out of it! Do not think of recruiting my daughter." He spoke through pursed lips.

Luna's brows rose. "Is he a threat to Phoebe?" She asked.

Grandma Mayfair sneered just a little bit, she found Luna ridiculous. The Mayfairs had not moved but an Elithera was ready to jump in. Wasn't this a case of an eunuch panicking when the king was calm?

The man called Morrell laughed. "You know me Edward, the recruit i want must be inducted into the sect, there are so few of us left. I am unwilling to give up a good seed. I will see you around Phoebe Mayfair." He gave Phoebe one last glance and walked away.

"Father who was that?" Phoebe asked.

Edward hissed. "Someone that you should stay away from, let's go." He ordered.

Phoebe's eyes kept shifting back to Morrell who was giving orders to the members of the founding sect to spread out and continue the hunt.

"He is the leader of the founding sect." David whispered.

"Hey guys, what is the conclusion before we leave, is Ruth dead or alive? Do we trust that these teeth and necklace are all that is left of her in the world?" Collin asked.

He had doubts which brought all of their attention back to the matter which had brought them to the mental hospital in the first place.

The ghost catching had been an entertaining distraction but they needed to get back on track.

It was getting darker and colder, they all smelled like smoke and wanted to go home but they could not just leave without concluding Ruth's chapter.

"What does the worm say?" Edward asked Phoebe.

She was a little surprised by the question, she thought he would be like Jennie and grandma Mayfair, assuming Ruth was dead and all was well.

[No wonder my father grew the Mayfair corporation into a gigantic company, he is smart He must have figured out the truth.]

Edward's lips rose slightly and he patted his chest with his right hand. A big part of him wanted boast but common sense rode over that part, ensuring that his mouth remained sealed.

"Just tell them, it will be better this way so that they can all be on the look out at all times." The Saxon spirit told Phoebe.

"She is not dead." Phoebe announced.

"What?" Jennie exploded. "Fuck! fuck! fuck! ooooh....." she groaned.

It was an outburst that was unexpected, particularly the swearing which took all of them by surprise except for Edward.

"Honey...not in front of the kids."

The kids just traded gazes in wonder and saved whatever they had to say for later.

"What do we do?" Collin asked.

"Nothing, i have been waiting for so long for this day to come, for the puppet master to come out of hiding. So we do nothing for now but wait, she will be back, not for us but him." Phoebe turned to David. "And when she does, i will be waiting to unleash hell on her."

All along, she had simply been toying with Ruth, waiting for the right time to begin her real revenge. The time had come, finally.

David was Ruth's obsession, in this life or the previous one, she would never give him up and Phoebe was banking on it.

Moreover, no matter how many warlocks or shamans intervened, that worm would not die. It was still a baby but it would grow slowly, eating away at Ruth's body and soul.

No matter where she run to, she was and would always be in the palm of Phoebe's hand.