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A medical table lowered from the ceiling and spread across the counters on either side of the room.

A gang of demons wanted me dead, and now I had Benny’s crew breathing down my neck.

I had no doubt that I could survive the attack, but bullets still stung something fierce, and I had no interest in getting the wind knocked out of me or nursing welts for the next two weeks.

The three orcs, decked out in battle armor, would lead the charge with their snub-nosed shotguns.

The views in the Hills were majestic but getting there was like navigating through the favelas of a third-world country, with roads barely wide enough for one car.

Candy could barely hold a cup of tea without spilling it everywhere, her hand was shaking so violently.

I waited until midnight to drive Lily back onto the dock, just like I had when I met with Moloch and Balaam that fateful night when I stopped the world from ending.

I was comfortable hearing no. I had to be in my line of work. Often, there was only one magical scepter or enchanted amulet of a certain type in the whole world, and tracking it down took tenacity.

I wanted to take a long drive through the streets of Los Angeles. It was a driving town, which was one of the few things I liked about it.