Chapter 8
The big man standing in the middle smiled—an act that broke his mien into a full-on grimace on one side of his face and a droopy expression on the other. A twisted version of a split face, only I couldn’t decide which side looked better. Or which to even gaze at, considering the one lazy eye on the half where the skin stretched down, succumbing to gravity.
Pushing aside the thought that none of this made any sense, I reached discreetly into my open bag and found the compact powder case. Opening it, I slid out the three discs and slipped them in a small inner pocket for easier reach, cursing myself for not putting on the armlets. I then grabbed hold of the nunchucks but didn’t take them out just yet.
“Do you know these people?” I asked Crowley, leaning close to his ear.
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