Harry looked back up at Eric. "Well. She hasn't killed me yet," he said quietly with a grin that faded fast. "Constantine's bad news, Eric. I want him out of Chicago as fast as possible."
In the other room, John was just hanging up the phone. "He'll be here as soon as he can catch a flight." He reached out to Pam and pulled her towards him for a kiss. "Oh, Pam, you always take me to the most interesting places," he chuckled.