Chapter 10-2
THE CONSTABLE’S OFFICE wasn’t much of an office at all. It was more like a warehouse with desks. There were no visible jail cells, and the monsters inside didn’t wear uniforms, just a little gold badge pinned to their ragged shirts. The constables were some of the biggest monsters I had seen in Hell yet. Even sitting behind their desks, they were seven feet tall and wider than a Cadillac. Before we stepped into the station’s bullpen, Charlie pulled me against the wall. “So, you are not supposed to be here, clearly. The foul stench from the sewer masks any human smell from you, but if they find you in here, then they’ll—well, I can’t protect you from what they’ll do, got it?” “Got it.” Charlie led the way through the bullpen toward a lime green ogre poking keys on a typewriter. Smoke ste
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