Billy advances his Queen forward until it rests neatly between Henry's pawns, looming hungrily over them and the rook in the corner. He lifts his finger from the board and shakes his head at Kelsey.
"Hive mind is the wrong term," the private investigator says simply. "It's like... the closest thing I ever found to it was this one case I worked, about four years ago. A body gets found shoved in a crawlspace of a house in Needham. Forensics don't get much out of it, other than an age and gender. Fourteen year old boy. Someone cut the hands and head off, never found them. A woman hired me, though, because she was convinced it was her son who disappeared twelve years ago. The timetable lined up, but she wanted to prove it. So, I started asking questions.
"I found out pretty fast who knew something, but not because anybody talked. It was the people who didn't talk who knew what happened. Four people, who had been kids at the time it happened. I dropped a line to a cop who owed me a favor, and he arrested one of them. The guy broke with a little bit of real pressure, but that's just details. Talking to the four of them, before they got caught? They each shared in a secret, a terrible secret that none of them ever wanted to talk about or have known. Having someone around asking about it made them scared and angry, willing to give anything just to make them go away."
Billy chuckles faintly, and glances towards Kelsey.
"I don't think there actually is a secret that all the people of Whisper Hill know and want to keep hidden," he says simply. "But something there makes them feel like there is. And I'm willing to bet that what's been driving the animals crazy on that island is just another part of that puzzle."
He turns to look at Henry, and tilts his head to the side.
"Yeah, who is Miss Sveta?"