CHAPTER SEVENTEENJack grumbled as he rolled out of bed. This had to stop. He dreamt of the angel. Again. Forget about getting a good night's sleep. For two straight weeks every time he closed his eyes she was there. Taunting him. Didn’t she know he was trying his best? He had a goddamn angel working for him, for Christ’s sake. What else could be do? Constantine’s emblem had been a myth to him until a few weeks ago. The clue in Indonesia seemed real, but Charouth hadn’t found anything. Charouth, the angel that didn’t act like one. She was the key to all of this, but getting her assistance was like pulling teeth. She should’ve been more helpful. It was her job. Some angel. Furious banging on the door brought him into the moment.
“What?” His voice was harsher than usual.
“Just got word of a
