CHAPTER SEVEN
You wouldn't believe the traffic jam of people speeding out of the grocery store after our fight with the demon.
I can't say I blamed them. If I were a regular Joe on a Friday night grocery run, and I came face-to-face with a praying mantis with a human head dangling from its neck like jewelry, I would have screamed and gotten the hell out of there too.
It took us several minutes to exit the parking lot, and several blocks after that to stop looking in the rearview mirror and relax.
"What the hell was that demon?" Bo asked.
"I don't give a damn what it was," I said. "We need to find Billy."
I leaned on my fist, thinking. Demons just didn't show up out of the blue. Someone had to summon them. It wasn't impossible from time to time to see one wandering in the physical wor
