"I have the address of his job," Psyche grabbed a napkin and a pen from his pocket, began to scribble down numbers and letters. The City Morgue of Lower Manhattan, she wrote, followed by the address. Hayden, she wrote below that. The napkin was slid toward Zeus.
"You catch only a glimpse of him on line. Off line he's... strange, the boy can hardly look people in the eye. Works nights at the morgue and let's Hades out then."