Special Agents Ramirez and Morgan stepped into the room. Morgan scanned the room before fixing her gaze on me. “What’s going on out there?” Dastien rose from his chair, but I grabbed him before he could move. Stay calm. “I can’t say that I know what you’re talking about.” “Officers were called to a church. The neighbors reported weird chanting and something that smelled like a broken sewer line.” Ramirez looked pale. “Demons.” Special Agent Morgan nodded. “These little raccoon-sized monsters are spewing out of the church, and the police are doing everything they can to stop them—but apparently bullets only slow them down a little. Shotgun shells work okay, but they’re having some serious trouble containing the problem.” “Raccoon-sized?” That was new kind of demon to me. Even the minor ones were much bigger than that. But the fact that shotguns were working on them was seriously good news. “You have to let us help you,” Donovan said. “Luciana Alvarez is very dangerous.
