Chapter TenTimothie flexed the wiry muscles in his forearms and settled the Cloak of Power around his neck. Time enough to check on Reginald with his radiographic vision before the lunch, to see what his former friend was up to before the actual appointment. After the last client of the morning was sent on her happy way, Timothie bounded through the suddenly soluble windows and roared skyward, searching the city for signs of Bael.
Far below, wisps of cloud and sunshine crawled over Edmonton's landmarks as Timothie scanned them for signs of Reginald or his demonic allies. Reginald had inherited his fortune from a distant uncle with no heirs, had paid a million dollars easy for the penthouse suite in the Oyster, but toiled in an ad agency by day for recognition from his peers. He had left t
