"I don't know her, but I don't have any reason to suspect her," Natalie said. Unlike Richard Hardwell, who seemed to be emulating Adam Saxondale's habit of posturing and making great boasts.
"Azazel. Yellow-eyes. I can't find Yellow-eyes," she amended, "And believe me--I've been trying." She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, even as the sense of urgency grew. "Vigilante Sam asked me where the demons were, and I told him--" Fuck. "I told him one was in LA but to hold his horses while I tried to track down the baddie. I probably don't have to tell you how crippled our surveillance team has been without Jeremy."