"Look for Momma Marie Caulder of New Orleans." Masaka dropped his hand. He tilted his head at Harry. "Funny sort of man, you. How dark is it in there? Very dark. You should be with me. Yes. Help me."
With an eye on Harry, Eric dropped back. He nodded to Pam who slipped silently from the room which was surprising considering her shoes.
"He was always smarter than you, Constantine." It was a dark chuckle that filled the air. It came from Oussou in Midnight's body and not at the same time. "He knew what I would do to you. He was careful."