“She was half expecting another attack from the flying demons. “They won’t come at us the same way, Officer Angela. The Big Son of a Bitch doesn’t like you to be prepared for his attacks. Whenever the old boy can manage it, it’s always what you don’t expect.” “So - should we even be out here, in the open, like a couple of targets waiting to be shot at?” She shook her head. “Should I be asking you if you slipped me a drug at some point? Was it all hallucination on that street downtown...? Is any of this real?” “You know it’s real. You can feel it.” She looked at him. “What do you mean by that?” “I mean - I think we have some things in common…” He coughed - and blood came, up this time. He spat into the gutter. A motorcycle cop rolled by, shot Constantine a glare from under his helmet. Spitting in the street - not something he’d stop for, but show some respect for the goddamn law.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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