“Fine! All right, fine! But give me a minute to slip into something a little more dangerous. I’m not facing seven more of those things without my guns and whatnot.” Irish nodded, tucking his sword inside his coat. “Be fast. I’ll wait around back, where you parked your car.” I didn’t even ask how he knew what I drove or where I’d parked it. I did scoop up the creature’s head, and hustle back into my shop. Once inside, I pulled the door closed behind me, and leaned back against it for a moment. Gene must have heard the...
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