"Don't know." Faith shrugged. She didn't like the creepy middle aged women either. They reminded her of Gabe and all of the other 'boyfriends' her drunk, junkie mother had. "But someone needs to make sure she doesn't write anymore of this crap that's for sure."
It was tempting to try and find the lady and threaten her life but Faith really didn't want to go back to jail. She wanted to stick with evening the scales on what she did in the real world. "Should probably have a ritual burning of it or something." She flipped a hand at the book.