It was a well taken care of, but still a dated establishment just a few miles from the reported snake sightings. I wasn’t keen on gallivanting around in search of giant snakes at night with limited information, so I opted for a late dinner at the all night truck stop diner. Grams had recently equipped me with a laptop and smart phone that Tommy, the resident boy genesis, had helped me learn. He found it comical, I found it a useful tool but annoying. Pulling up the search engine, I searched for air gods and was overwhelmed at the results. Every culture had gods of the wind. Some had one for each direction the wind traveled. Trying to narrow it down was impossible. Closing the lid of my laptop, I looked around the deserted restaurant, tapping my fingers restlessly against the table. Even if I could narrow down the parent of the dead demigod, it was a long shot that would yield any information on the other one who might or might not be coming after me. Pulling out my phone, I toyed with it, debating if I should call Blake.
