Reid sighed. “He’s right, Jason.” He rubbed at his temples and then winced; apparently his head was tender to the touch. Interesting; Cameron would have to remember that, the next time a psychic suffered a spectral attack in his living room. “We can’t go feeding him a bunch of crap if we want him to trust us. I get that most of our clients don’t need this level of disclosure, but most don’t have this kind of personal connection with the case. Most of them are living in places that are new to them, and they’re dealing with someone else’s ghosts. This is different.” He closed his eyes.
“Either way, that’s your side of the house.” Jason waved a hand. “It’s got nothing to do with me or my crap.”
“It does if you think I’m going to believe a word that comes out of your mouth.” Cameron snorted.
