“Which are purely fictional.” Cameron rolled his eyes. “Come on, it’s like I told you before. Not psychic. It’s a little racist to think that every Native guy is somehow magical.”
Reid laughed. “Okay, yeah, it would be. But I’m building a theory of what’s going on with your mother, and with you, and this house. I don’t think you get your ability from your father. You don’t know him, right?”
Cameron hung his head for a second. Was it ever not going to hurt? “Right.”
“But your mother, she had a fascination with the occult. You mentioned that.”
Cameron squirmed. “I mean she told stories and stuff, sure.”
“That man, Gary. He was definitely psychic. And I’ve seen you use some kind of latent ability to defend yourself, twice.” Reid took a deep breath and then spoke fast. His thin lips barel
