Gabriel sat at his desk, the glow of his laptop screen illuminating the dim room as he sifted through the printed-out photos from his phone. To his predictable frustration, there had been a few files on Lazarus Blessing. Hale's legacy was now fully in Sam's hands.
Hale kept circling him like an attention-starved toddler. "You've seen it now. What are you waiting for? We need to gather more evidence, then expose him until he's stripped to his underwear!"
Gabriel set down the file he'd been reading and looked up at the evil spirit. "Gather more evidence, how?"
"There's a ledger. Sam laundered big sums of money through Lazarus Blessing. He wouldn't dare to keep such evidence on him—I'm certain the ledger is still in the safe!"
Gabriel tilted his head, rubbing his chin. "A safe? Where?" He had explored the cult as a ghost back then, but he hadn't seen any safes.
"In my office. It's a built-in wall safe, well-hidden behind a painting."
