"Good. Let's figure this out so we can kill this bitch." Hunting something he couldn't even reliably name was working on his nerves badly. The sooner they found out what was going on, the happier he'd be.

In little suburbia, it didn't take long to get from Jill's house to the Shoemaker's. He parked the requisite distance away and nodded to Sam before climbing out of the car. Fast. Quiet. Hopefully without incident. That was the plan.