The demon Jeremy had chosen the table in the far corner. He was a jittery man, always watching his six, thinking the world was out to get him. In his alone time, he probably wore a tin-foil hat. The tall, lanky man usually wore all black regardless of what type of clothes he had on. The only thing that ever changed on the demon was his baseball cap that covered his messy straggles of brown hair, and usually had a logo that bill-boarded Jeremy’s latest mood. Today, an embroidered image of the famous playboy bunny silhouette was plastered dead-center. The demon’s mousy grey eyes looked nearly human though they tended to spark a sickly yellow when he was excited. They now regarded Blaez as he approached with Sawyer and Luke, squinting in the dim light of the restaurant, shifting warily as
