But it didn't happen. The ghost held her shape, kept her wits, asking an innocent question that turned up the pressure in Theo's own mind. The frustrating years where they inched along, dancing to the cult's tune without getting closer. Even in his frustration, he didn't miss the look in her eyes, and both things made a frown settle on his face.
“They're a death cult, from what we can tell. We only connected the murders a few years ago, when they got overzealous,” Theo shared, although he'd much rather not. This was all common knowledge at this point, so there was little use in his hiding it. “We've put pressure on them over the past year, they're on the back foot.”
And yet they still couldn't get at the leadership. It seemed each group they took down worked more or less independently, with dead drops or anonymous apps establishing infrequent communication. The people they wanted to get were frustratingly out of reach.