As they walked—well, Shane walked while Dempsey floated alongside him—they talked. He had questions and, while Dempsey didn’t have all the answers, he was the closest thing to an expert he had at the moment.
“Why didn’t you tell us Becky and Emma were here when we talked to you during the séance?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Maybe, but don’t you think that’s the kind of information you volunteer? Not everyone is going to think to ask if their kid is in hell.”
“The Desolate.”
“Whatever. My point stands.”
It was odd talking to a figure with no features. Shane couldn’t read his body language since Dempsey had none and the voice had no inflection, so he had to take the words Dempsey spoke at face value.
“Everything has rules,” Dempsey said. “Even this place. In a séance, we can’t volunteer infor
