Vesper had been watching the cultists' eyes to see when to drop his silence field. He only caught the last half of what the Ghost Rider had said, but it was enough for him to get the gist.

He turned toward the flaming skull guy in leather. "Do you have a better way of tracking mystical hoodoo? I usually deal with gangs and drug dealers. When you use your whatever that was, they don't become talkative. More screamative. And they're fanatics if they're this far gone."

He gestured at the ritualistic and bloody room.