A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. “What do you want?” he said softly.

Get your hand off me,” I exclaimed, voice loud with misplaced anger as I yanked away from his grip. “I’m a professional, not some distraught girlfriend.” Well, I was that too, but I knew how to act at a crime scene.

What are you doing now?” Al questioned, listing heavily as he tucked another one of those bottles under his arm and staggered for the cot half hidden behind a curtain. “Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.

Teens like a lot of the same things adults do: smart people doing amazing things against awful odds.

Did something happen to the sanctity of your church again?" My eye twitched. "Newt broke it so she could look in my closet." Again.

Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.