Harry growled something nearly silently under his breath and snapped his mouth shut. Nothing about this was good. Wherever Constantine went, trouble followed, and Harry already had enough trouble on his own. He knew that he should, as a Warden, call and tell the Council that the wizard was back in the United States, but was still angry enough over their refusal to help him that he had already decided not to. He followed Eric into the sitting room and shook his head.
John just pulled at the tie around his neck until it hung loose and sloppy and twisted the top to the whiskey bottle so he could take a drink. He perched on the arm of the couch next to Pam. "We don't know each other," John finally answered. "Just reputations, mate."