I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods. Perfect, it will keep him occupied. In what capacity? Bait.

Kate leaned back against her chair. "Where is the bane of my existence?" "In the shower, freshening up." "Oh, God, who did Asciano screw now?" "No, no, he's covered in blood." "Oh good." She sighed and stopped. "The kid is covered in blood and we're relieved. There is something wrong with us.

He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

Why were you in a vehicle with Kate, alone? What were you wearing? What was she wearing? How long were you there? Did you do something or did you talk? What was the nature of your discussion? Could this trip have been avoided?" I rubbed my face. "So basically you're scared that His Lordship might get his panties in a bunch?" "That's one way to put it.

Now was not a good time, but we didn't often get to chose the time to repay our debts.

You know anything about investigative work?" "Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

I got a dog-training book. It says Grendel needs mental stimulation, so I tried to train him, but I think he must be retarded.