Chapitre 135: | Werewolf-Eating Werewolf

'Things are bad enough as it is,' Amon gritted. 'Jarvis keeps going into some kind of trance, preparing herself for "the coming ordeal", as she likes to put it. Which is fine, but it's making her a lousy company.' He paused. 'You know, a grey limousine was parked outside the Bane Gallery when we got here.'

Jack felt a tingle in his guts. 'Maski?'

'Yeah, bloody poser. That skinny cow who runs the place showed up a while back, and I think maybe Marcy Dane did too.'

'You think?'

'To be honest, I crouched down out of sight at the first inkling. People have been coming and going all afternoon. I don't know what they're up to in there, but Jarvis's not getting happy vibes off the place.'

Jack sighed. 'Does he think he can get inside?'

'We're working on that. Call us when you're ready to come and join. And we'll shout if there's any sign of Baby this end.' He hung up.