Chapter 9
Tucson was blessedly warm and sunny, and Audrey could feel her spirits lift as they left the terminal and headed out to the place where Michael had left his rented SUV in the long-term parking lot. His words on the plane haunted her, but she tried to tell herself the situation wasn’t quite as bad as he made things seem. Obviously, the demon inhabiting Jeffrey Whitcomb’s body wasn’t omnipotent, or the world would have been overrun with possessed people by now. It took work to get those spirits to this plane, and they’d dealt him a serious blow by destroying one of his main means to do so.
For now, it was enough for the three of them to go to a restaurant not too far from the airport, where they sat down and had enormous Southwest breakfasts, even though it was now almost one-thi
