Phibrizzo was equally amused by all of this. It was hilarious that people seemed to think he was the one who would be killed. He had no intention of dissuading them from that notion. He'd taken care to cap his presence, although the Force sensitives might sense something unsettling when very close to him.
That unsettling aura could be blamed on his magic. Death was never pleasant, even when it was an end to suffering, or a person dying peacefully in their sleep. These people had been brutally murdered. When he began to call for the first spirit, predominantly black energy with streaks of white that crackled through it like electricity appeared in his cupped hands, disappearing only when the spirit appeared, visible but intangible.
"We have some questions to ask you," he said. "You can rest after you answer them."