John murmured to her, “doing this with other people again.”Camille shivered from the dark, dank cold, then shifted on her haunches and glanced at him, gratified that he was still just as handsome as he was five minutes ago. The OCU body armor Blackmore and his buddies had loaned him the first night he went out with the Sibyls fit him like a sleek black glove, even though he griped that he’d gotten out of the habit of body armor when he fought demons. Kevlar didn’t help much against prehistoric-sized claws and teeth. Neither did battle leathers, but Camille had them on anyway.John was crouched beside her in the shadows on her right, while Bela and Andy, both in full battle gear sans face masks, knelt on her left. Dio was somewhere in the night, guarding them from behind and above. They were on dock duty again, hidden from the world by two rock retaining walls and a big blue trash bin. Elsewhere in the city, the North Manhattan triad was busy canvassing for any hint of Rebecca or Samuel Griffen, or Tarek’s alternative human identity of Corst Brevin.
