CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Did I tear a hole in the time-space continuum?” Cyrus asked.
The black man stared at him, puzzled. “No.”
Cyrus shrugged. “Then I guess the night could be worse.”
Rocco and Luna busted into laughter.
Luna touched his arm. “That’s exactly how you should take this. Bitter pill with laughter.”
“This is Desmond Lovelace,” Rocco said.
“I’m the captain of the Chicago precinct of the Regulators,” Desmond finished. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Grant, though I wish we didn’t have to meet at all.”
“We already broke the news to him, Des,” Rocco said. “You know, the thing about life never being the same, and yada yada yada.”
Desmond sat at the table. “Well, we might as well lay it on you, Mr. Grant. The Regulators are an organization dedicated to protecting humans from the
