tonight at the Gayety. Hard to enjoy the fan dance with that thing sitting beside me in the box. He showed me a copy of a magazine he said had been taken from the stands due to its strange and unsettling content. (Thankfully, he did not make me read it.) It was related to a supposed creature or animal in a house in Massachusetts, and requested permission to investigate. I gave him free rein, knowing it would get him out of my sight that much faster. I know that what C. does is vital, but I am a simple man of limited talents from a small town. The less I have to deal with him the better for us all. Had I known this would be part of the cost, I would have stayed in Marion and told the Duchess to go to hell. May God help me, for I need it. —President Warren G. Harding, private diary (classified) Cade knew it, even as he calculated time and distance, listening to Zach’s hurried, stuttering information over the phone. He knew it even when he picked Graves up bodily, despite the old man’s shouted protests, and ran them back to the plane.
