Midnight regarded him for a moment, sipped his drink, and nodded. "Find the priest or priestess and we should be able to find who is behind this."
"Almost." Her phone chirped. She picked it up from the floor along with her shorts. She flipped the phone open and stepped into the PVC. "What? No. 100 more. Right. Fifteen. Cleaners will be here soon. Tomorrow, we have painters coming. We have a week. I've told you all this before, Reggie. Find me some staff and get those invitations over here."
She zipped herself into her second skin. Pam smiled at John over her shoulder. He was a vision, bruised, naked, and in a coffin. She wondered if Eric would let her keep him - not that John would stay. "You want a drink?"