CHAPTER EIGHT
“What's the plan?” Bo asked.
“Improvisation,” I said, trying to get a better look at my car. Lord knew what the jinn was going to do if I got in there.
“I learned the hard way that these jinn don't like you to see them coming,” I said. “Do you know anything about them, Bo? Any knowledge from the other side I can use?”
“Negative,” Bo said. “I don't even know what a jinn is, aside from a gin and tonic.”
I groaned. He truly was a fresh spirit. Hadn't been in the spirit world long enough to know anything. That was the downside to enlisting a newly dead soul as a servant.
“Jinn are supernatural beings central to the Islamic faith,” I said. “They're all over the Qur’an. An entire race of beings more diverse than humanity. Invisible to the n***d eye, unless they want to be see
