"It was under the chest of drawers in the small room. Oh, and there's a body in the garage—not one of ours." Warrant Officer Howe looks gloomy: "We only missed them by an hour or so. Judging by the bloodstains and the body—still damp and still warm."

Mo scuffs her right foot on the floor in frustration. "They've been one jump ahead of us all along, because they've been sitting in on our investigations, inside our decision loop. That's where the Dower report went. It's where that missing memo went. They've got Bob—what are we going to do?"

Angleton slides his spectacles back on. "I'd have thought that was obvious," he says mildly: "We've got to find him."

"How?"

Angleton stands up. "That's your department. You've got his ward, his phone, his laptop, if you've got any sense you've got an item of recently worn underwear ..."

Mo nods jerkily. "He was here. If there's a trail—" She turns to Howe: "The foam mattress, with the blood. Have you taken a sample?" Howe holds up an evidence bag, its contents black and squishy. "That'll do."

"Back to the truck." Angleton waves them out of the living room, ahead of him. "I hope we're in time."

"What do you think they'll do to him?" Mo's anxiety is glaringly obvious.

"They've got the memorandum." Angleton shrugs. "I think they'll try to invoke the Eater of Souls and bind it to Bob's flesh."

"They—" Mo glares at him. "Bob said you gave him a fake!" she accuses.

"No, just a photocopy." Angleton's ironic smile is ghastly to behold. "The Eater of Souls is already taken: if they try the rite, they won't get what they think they're asking for. And I will admit, I didn't expect them to make it this far. I'm not infallible, girl."

A minute later, the driver switches on the blue lights and pulls out into the road. Behind the departing truck the house's front door gapes open, as if ready to welcome the next official visitors. But the victims under the patio will have to wait a little longer.

OKAY, SO I WAS WRONG ABOUT THE A-TEAM AND THE B-TEAM.

And I was wrong about the cultists, and what they believe.

Assuming Iris is telling the truth, there's an angle to view things from which their actions are, if not justifiable, then at least understandable. Poor little misunderstood mass murderers, with only the best of intentions at heart. And their hearts are pure for the goal they seek is the only one any sane—

Stop it. That's Stockholm syndrome talking, the tendency of abductees to start seeing things from their kidnappers' viewpoint. Just stop it.

They're frog-marching me along a tunnel towards a summoning grid where they plan to turn me into a host for a demonic intrusion from another universe, and my subconscious is trying to see things from their point of view? I'm confused—