Though it took a great amoutn of energy, Eric rolled down his window. While he sat, he inhaled. He smelled the slowly decaying flesh of Ghede Masaka and the melting ice. He could smell the humans that had wandered in and out of the bar. He could smell Harry.
Eric listened. He looked around. In his mind, he played how he became pinned to the wall. He was careful. He was alert. How did that vodou bastard get the drop on him? He closed his eyes.