In the movies, when crime scene analysts arrive at the site of a murder, it’s usually deep in some dark, woody glen. Or, if the murder takes place in an urban area, cops from film-land know enough to hang around on the edges, quiet and respectful like mourners at a funeral. Call it in, set up the...
My teeth rattled. I saw stars, moons, and planets for a moment. Then I shook my head, straightened the car out and accelerated down the town’s main street, looking desperately for the closest freeway on-ramp. Out of nowhere, one of Raphael’s demons leaped from its perch and onto my car’s hood. Ni...