If Faolan didn't trust her not to be taking the piss in this, he would have thought... Well. That she was taking the piss. It sounded a little far-fetched, after all. The ghost of their murder victim meeting with them to give them clues as to who might have committed the murder.

"Some intel," he repeats, trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. "I take it that... He doesn't know who it was then." Because they could have had things wrapped up a lot faster if that were the case. He would assume that she wouldn't be waiting around for him like this if it were, after all. Especially not if Sylvia had been there with her besides.