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and stomped off. As soon as she passed a couple houses, I turned and sat on the lawn across from Dro. My little sister was plucking the dress of her doll, trying to focus on something other than Elizabeth’s words.
    Dro had always been a little weird. But I’d never expected this.
    “You okay, Dro?” I asked.
    She nodded, but didn’t look at me and said nothing.
    “How did you know about the stolen doll?” I asked after a moment.
    She sighed. “I don’t know. I saw that Elizabeth had a bad secret, and then I just knew what it was.” Dro looked at me, big blue eyes filled with sadness. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
    I hesitated. Dro was my sister. She knew that I loved her and would do anything for her. But she’d known something nobody but Elizabeth could have known, and it made me nervous.
    It also made me wonder more about where Dro had really come from…
    “I just wanted a little help,” Dro sighed. “I mean, he may have done some bad things, but he was still a priest. He’s supposed to want to help people.”
    I didn’t bother telling Dro that a profession doesn’t necessarily define a person. She wasn’t stupid. She just didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t know what she was, there was no one we could trust but ourselves, and we weren’t exactly on the most popular lists.
    She lifted her head, glancing up. “Storm’s coming,” she said.
    I looked at the sky. Dark clouds were building quickly. I frowned. The monsters could only come out in darkness and while they hated the sunlight, I didn’t want to take the chance that they would hunt us in a storm. I didn’t like that we had to stay in Amarillo, but now we didn’t have a choice. We were low on supplies, needed food, and I had to find a new car. Or at least new license plates.
    “Come on,” I said. “Let’s get back to the car. We’ll try somewhere else. Maybe we can find a demonologist.”
    Dro looked up at me, hopeful and confused. “Really?”
    “Yeah. They’re supposed to be nuts about this kind of stuff.”
    Dro smiled thinly at me. I smiled back at her, but my heart wasn’t fully in it. I had more doubts than assurances that we would find out what Dro was. But trying again would make her feel better, and that was the best I could do.

Chapter 3
    Finding a demonologist wasn’t the challenge. The challenge was finding one whose shop didn’t look like a cross between an apothecary and a circus tent.
    Signs boasting “real” fortunetellers and “Spirit-Searching-Saturdays” were posted on rundown shops on streets hidden away from public view. Dro and I had stopped at a phone booth and used the address book to look for all the demonologists in Amarillo. We stopped in every single shop, and I came to a solid conclusion.
    They were all con artists who didn’t know a thing about demons.
    Granted, I didn’t know much about them either. But I did know that when someone avoids answering questions and tries to sell a five hundred dollar demon hunting kit complete with anti-demonic possession pills, the nicest thing to do is walk out of their shop and never come back. Dro forced me to be polite, but with each offer and attempted up-sell, all my faked politeness was fading away.
    By the sixth shop, I was out of patience. I was about ready to tell the owner that I had been fighting monsters since I was fourteen years old, that I carried a small arsenal with me, and that I had seen and killed things that would make him piss his pants.
    Dro could sense the hostility pulsing off me as I debated slapping the anti-possession pills out of the shopkeeper’s hand. She touched my arm and smiled at the shopkeeper. His eyes sparkled with wonder.
    “Thank you for your time, but I don’t think this is what we need.”
    She smiled at him again then pulled me toward the exit. I glanced over my shoulder at the shopkeeper to make sure he wasn’t doing anything suspicious, then walked with my sister down the street. I reached under my