“It’s no good,” she said, burying her head in her hands. “We’re getting nowhere with this.”
He shook his head. “Don’t give up,” he said. “The answer is in here somewhere. I know it is.”
She sat back in her chair and sighed. “Somewhere,” she said. “That’s the problem.”
He followed her gaze. There were books and papers stacked more than a foot high at each end of the table, more strewn across the middle, and the ones they had checked and discarded were in chaotic piles on the floor beside their chairs.
“I know it’s a lot,” he said. “But between us we can find the answer.”
She shook her head. “We’ve been at it for hours,” she said. “I’m going blind.”
He leaned forward and looked at her, squinting to see her clearly. “You’re right,” he said. “We need fresh eyes.”
He stood up and reached for his surgical kit as she reached for her jacket, and the two demons left to go into the night and hunt.
© Kari Fay