Every book in Bobby's house that had anything at all on a Hellmouth was open and somewhere in his living room. Even the stuff he kept in the panic room was upstairs, now.
When his phone buzzed, he checked the picture, putting down the spoon in his hand. He'd been making soup, one of those big cans of Chunky Soup. He made a face at the picture. The symbol looked familiar, but he'd...
.... and the phone was ringing.
"Hello?"
The number wasn't one he recognized. That didn't mean much, though. He'd been getting a lot more calls lately from the York area. This one had the right area code to be from there.
The spoon went back into the pot and Bobby continued to stir.