“We think so,” Brent said, smiling as if I’d said a smart thing. It just seemed logical to me.

“So what’s a live feed?” I asked.

“It’s real time,” Brent said, “and in this case the customers can call in and suggest what they want the zombie to do. Depending on what they want, they pay more money to get their idea onscreen.”

I blinked at him. “Okay, ick, but okay.”

“The more odd your request, the more they charge you, and if it damages the zombie they charge a lot more.”

“Damage the zombie, I don’t remember them doing that.”

“There’s been a new film. It was never live to the general customers, but only put online once the customer who requested it saw it live.” Brent’s face was a little gray around the edges.

“I don’t like the look on your face right now. How much worse could it be than what we’ve seen?” I asked.

“Technically even though they look alive, they’re zombies, so it’s not murder, and it’s not convictable for the customers really. Now that the word has gotten out about how lifelike the zombies are, the films are attracting people who usually haunt more serial killer sites. By that I don’t mean real serial killer videos, but people pretending to film things that you could only do once in real life. Pretend torture and snuff films, and some real torture with willing victims.”

“Real torture, or real BDSM?” I asked.

“BDSM for the most part. I’m told other divisions have traced people who were torturing people for viewers online, and shut them down, but for the most part it’s all consensual and no one gets hurt more than they’ve bargained for,” Brent said.

“Technically, the only way we got these films to be investigated this seriously was to raise the question of, if the soul is in the body, then is it a zombie, or is it a person?”

“You got to investigate this by raising a spiritual debate at the FBI?” I asked.

She made a little shrug and wobbled her head at the same time. “Yes, no, sort of, but once a voodoo priest told us that they had to be capturing the soul at the moment of death, then we treated it like any other serial killer case with magic added.”

I looked at Gillingham. “So, if I can trace this via a live feed, then what do we gain? I mean, it’s not like I’ll be able to trace it back to an address. At best I’ll get a taste for his power.”

“Would you know the feel of his talent again if you felt it?” she asked.

“If I got a good enough feel for it, yeah.”

“It might not work in court, but it could help us narrow it down once we have some suspects,” she said.

“Okay, when’s the next live event?”

“They only announce it close to the actual event.”

“So what, you keep me on speed dial, and then what?”

“We have someone undercover as a customer. You’ll be in the room while he types at them.”

“Is this a group live event, or one of the special customer things?”

“It’s group, but if this doesn’t get us the information we need, then we’re trying to find something for our undercover agent to request that is different enough that they think it would work as a film.”

“Do we want to know what this new video is?” Larry asked.

“Do you think what you’ve seen so far is awful?” Manning asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you probably don’t want to see the next one, because you’ve got about another three hours of watching the milder stuff,” she said.

“If I think I’m going to throw up, I’ll just leave, and come back,” he said.

“I thought I was the one that threw up at crime scenes,” I said, trying to lighten things up.

“I never saw you do that, but this . . . I don’t think it’s the sex, I think it’s the terror in their eyes. This is just so wrong, no, so evil.”

“I’m not sure the FBI lets us use the word evil in official reports, because it’s hard to prove something, or someone, is evil in court,” Manning said.

Brent added, “But what they’re doing is evil.”

We all just nodded, even Gillingham. “If you can stop messing with me long enough I might be able to tell you if this guy is the animator who raised the zombies, or just a client of the animator.”

“I promise to behave until you tell me you’ve got all the information you can this afternoon.”

“Okay, then let’s watch this shit and try to find a clue.”

Brent hit the pause button and made it go again. The zombie’s scream cut through the quiet of the room. “Why is she screaming in this one, but not the others?” Larry asked.

“She’s tied up,” I said, “so she could struggle, or scream.”

“So they ordered her to lie down, let herself be tied up, and then removed the orders, and just let her be afraid like anyone,” Larry said.

“We think so,” Manning said.

We went back to watching the films, and I cracked my shields again, enough to try to sense something from the videos. I looked at the films not with my eyes, but with that part of me that could see the colors of Larry and Gillingham’s auras out of the corner of my eyes. The man in the corner ordered the zombie to go down on the man on the bed, and there was a flash of something. I so wouldn’t have wanted that rotted mouth on my junk, but it wasn’t my kink. Either the man was a good actor, which I doubted, or it felt good. It was hard to concentrate on seeing with the corner of my eye when what my main vision was showing me was so damn disturbing. When the white stuff spilled out through a rotted hole in her cheek, Larry got up and went for the door. Leaving sounded really good, but I stayed and tried to learn something useful. But I had trouble concentrating on the man in the corner and his possible tie to the zombie, because what he was ordering the zombie to do was just so terrible and sad.

I finally got close to the screen and put my hand over the man’s image. It was all I could think of to help me concentrate more on him and less on what was happening to the zombie. I felt a little silly with my hand over the screen, but when he gave an order I felt the pulse of it in my hand. I did it a few more times with different zombies, but it was there with all of them.

I had Larry try, but he couldn’t sense anything through the screen. Teresa Gillingham tried, too, but she could only feel the barest energy from all of it. “It’s like static to me.”

“I’m eighty percent sure, maybe ninety, that this guy is the actual animator.”

“Why not a hundred percent?” Manning asked.

“Because I’ve never tried to sense this kind of thing through a computer video, so I’m not going to say a hundred percent until we catch this guy and he really is the animator.”

Manning nodded. “Okay, we’ll never be able to use it in court anyway.”

“We want you there for the live feed,” Brent said.

“Do we, Gillingham? I mean, did I pass your little psychic test?”

She smiled and nodded, looking fresh and happy, as if she hadn’t been watching the same films. Larry had come back in, looking green around the edges. Gillingham might look like a lamb, but there was something a lot scarier in there, or at least a lot stronger than she looked.