I poured my third scotch and returned to my seat. “What kind of power are we talking about, Phil?” “I don’t really know, James. I only know that since the children have begun to disappear I have sensed a power growing in our fair city, and I have watched it with no small interest.” I think Phil reads too much, I mean seriously, who talks like that? But anyway, moving right along. “So you don’t know anything that could help me find it, fight it or kill it. Or if you do, you’re not going to tell me because you think it’s stronger than me and you’re afraid of pissing it off.” I was starting to get irritable with the angel, and that usually doesn’t bode well for the rest of my evening. “That is a pretty fair summation of the facts, yes.” Phil’s voice had gone a little cold, and there was a warning in his eyes that told me not to push this. I did what I always do when being warned by eons-old fallen angels; I ignored it.
