You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared.

Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.

I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.

Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.

The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.