Chapter Ninety-Five

I T WAS A race into Manhattan and uptown. Britt ordered a squad car to take her and Bo to Jack Batten's townhouse at full speed. The sirens weren't on, but the lights were, and the officer weaved the car through early morning traffic with practiced ease, and more than a little joy. Bo and Brittany sat in the back seat, bracing themselves against the doors in an effort to minimize the sliding around while the cop threw the car around corners.

"You want to tell me where we're going?" Bo asked.

"Batten's house," Brittany replied.

"Why?"

"That's where they think the voice is, which is where they'll go to ask the thing the question they need to ask to complete the next ritual."