Tansy turned, staring at Dean, one hand over her waist, the other holding her coffee cup in front of her. “Nazareth? How can he help?”
“Demons are creatures of death. The Darkness dwells below death.” He shrugged. “Seems the perfect thing for someone who speaks to the dead.”
“Makes sense, I guess.” Tansy sighed. “I’ll call him.” She moved over to the table, sitting back down. “What do you think she plans to do tomorrow night? Chaos, that is. Why here? I mean, there are more private places to kill us.”
“Have you known these people to do anything in private?” Dean asked. “They made an entire building vanish in the middle of the morning, while kids rushed to class. I don’t think doing things in secret is in their repertoire.”
“You think they want people to see them kill us?”