Without break stride, Eric exited the cab, mounted the front porch, and crossed to Harry to give him a reassuring kiss. He smiled. "I hate to tell you, Harry. Mouse is somewhat of a party hound."
He glanced around the room. A brief exchange of nods with Constantine and Midnight, Eric walked over to the circle near the center of his club. "And Pam let you do this? I suppose I should ask what we're doing."
"Just a small ritual to invite Ghede Oussou to talk to Ghede Masaka." Midnight handed Eric the bottle of rum and stepped into his circle. "Perhaps a lover can convince Ghede Masaka to give up his host."
"And talk him out of killing me?" Eric guarded his skeptical look. He sighed. "It's worth a shot. I take it Ghede Oussou will, what, possess you?"