"I won't compare Michael to Grumpy Cat, I won't," Azrael said around a mouthful of churro, being careful not to choke even as he laughed.
"I know you are, brother, it was just a joke," he assured Michael. He leaned against the desk, and turned to have another look at the photographs. "So he buries them alive and leaves them to die? That's just terrible. How long has she been missing?"