They inspire curiosity and make your victim respond even if he wouldn't have talked to you at all otherwise.
"Do what?" he asked.
"Catherine and John," I said.
"They aren't like normal ghosts." He smiled, pleased I'd noticed.
"I'd like to claim some sort of supernatural powers," he told me, then laughed because he found himself so funny.
He wiped imaginary tears of mirth from his eyes.
"But really it is their choice.
Catherine is determined to somehow avenge herself upon me.
She blames me for ending her reign of terror.
John ...
John loves me.
He'll never leave me." "Did you tell him to kill Chad?" I asked coolly, as if the answer were mere curiosity.
"Ah, now, that is the question." He shrugged.
"That's why I need you.
No.
He ruined my game.
If he'd done as I'd told him, you'd have brought yourself here and given yourself to me to spare your friends.
He made them run.
It took me half the day to find them.
They didn't want to come with me--and ...
Well, you saw my poor Amber." I didn't want to know.
Didn't want to ask the next question.
But I needed to know what he'd done to Amber.
"What did you eat that let you make zombies?" "Oh, she's not a zombie," he told me.
"I've seen zombies three centuries old that look almost as fresh as a day-old corpse.
They're passed down in their families like the treasures they are.
I'm afraid I'll have to get rid of Amber's body in a week or so unless I put her in the freezer.
But witches need knowledge as well as power--and they're more trouble to keep than they are worth.
No.
This is something I learned from Carson--I trust Catherine or John told you about Carson.