“No,” said Lilah. “Those people were there at Gameland, they helped Tom, but the people in the towns never wanted an army like that. It made Tom angry, because it left the Nine Towns so vulnerable.”

“Tom had the right idea. He usually did. People should have listened to him.”

“There are a lot of stupid people,” said Lilah harshly.

Joe snapped his fingers. “Hey—Tom had a little brother. Benny. What happened to him?”

Lilah told him the rest of the story. When she got to the part about the ravine and the rescue of the little girl, Joe stiffened.

“Wait! You mean that Tom’s kid brother is out there right now? In these woods?”

“Yes,” she said. “Benny, Nix, Chong . . . but they’re safe. We have a camp near—”

“Well, isn’t that just swell?” growled Joe. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

She looked at him. “Why would you think I’d trust you so fast?”

“Because I saved your life and sewed up your wounds?”

Lilah gave him a stony look. “You could have been pretending to help me for some reasons of your own. If you know who I am, and if you knew Tom, then you probably know that people have taken advantage of me before. Why should I trust you or anyone?”

Joe nodded. “Good point.”

He looked over his shoulder, as if he could see the whole forest. Then he doused the fire with the remains of his soup and stood up. Grimm instantly got to his feet as well.

“Listen to me,” he said. “You have a choice—you can stay here or come with me, but I’ve got to go find Tom’s kid brother and your other friends, and I mean right now.”

“Why?”

Joe pointed with his empty soup cup. “Out there? Did you happen to see a bunch of Froot Loops running around? Bald heads, tattoos, angel wings on their chests?”

“The reapers. But who are—?”

“They are the bad guys, sweetie. They call themselves a religious movement, but that’s crap. They don’t want to save anyone. They want to kill everyone. The Night Church, the Church of Thanatos, is run by a total wack job called Saint John and a conniving, malicious witch named Mother Rose. They came out of nowhere about ten years ago, and since then they’ve converted thousands of people to their cause.”

“What cause?”

Joe handed Lilah the magazine to her pistol, then knelt to buckle the horned helmet onto Grimm’s massive head.

“They have a pretty simple agenda,” he said. “The total extinction of the human race.”

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