“You are sharp,” Julian nodded appreciatively. “Have you heard of the Exile?”
“Who?”
“You must know that those men providing the entertainment in the dojo are nephilim, right?”
“Of course I know that!” he huffed, expression shifting into suspicion. “Those two are regulars and bring in a good crowd.”
“Do you know them?” Julian's voice had an edge to it now.
“I know they come here three or four times a week but thought it wiser not to attract too much attention to myself.”
“Your name and face are plastered all over this place!” Julian protested. “You're hardly under the radar here.”
“Fair enough, fair enough.” McCullough acknowledged. “Should I know them?”
“How much do you know about our origins?”
“I was just reading some stuff on the web and sending a comment or two to one of the
