highways. Thane had never liked it, had only ever wanted such a connection with Bjorn and Xerxes. Because if voice could travel those roadways, so could thoughts. Memories. No one had a right to his secrets.
Go to New York and hunt the demon, Zacharel said.
And we’re, what? Xerxes replied. Supposed to bust into random homes and businesses, and hope we get lucky?
Thane scrubbed a hand down his face. Did the Most High offer any specifics?
A shake of Zacharel’s dark head. “I can tell you that evil always leaves a trail. Find the start of it, follow it, and then you will find the end of it.”
He made it sound easy. Thane knew it wouldn’t be. It never was. But he and his boys would persevere. They always did.
“Koldo, Axel, Malcolm, Magnus and Jamilla are already there, waiting for you.”
Thane arched a brow. “Waiting?” The most impatient warriors of all time? “Rather than hunting?”
“I realized I made a mistake, sending my people to different locations. It thinned our efforts. So, from this moment forward, we will work together. We will concentrate on catching only one of the six demons responsible for killing Germanus. Once that’s done, we will turn our efforts to a second, and so on.”
The snowball effect. One victory would prime everyone for the next.
Wise.
Frowning, Zacharel tilted his head to the side. “Go. Go now. The others have been ambushed, and a battle is in progress.”
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