“That’s what they did to us.” He leaned against the grimy wall of the warehouse’s entryway. Through the open door on his left lay the rest of the building—one huge, open room, as far as I could tell. “They broadcast lies in public, then hunt us in private, hoping for tips from the people they’ve turned against us.”

And that was when I made the connection—part of it, anyway. “You’re one of them. One of the fugitives they’re hunting.” Possession is suspected. “You’re the reason the exorcists are in New Temperance.” If he and his gang hadn’t brought them here, the police would have been first on the scene at my house, and things might have gone differently. Maybe. Things certainly couldn’t have gone much worse.

Another shrug from the boy, who had yet to introduce himself. “Sorry about that.”

“Where are the rest of them? The news says there are…more of you.” They’d shown two pictures, but I couldn’t remember the names….

“There are, but my friends don’t know about you yet.”

I frowned as another layer of confusion settled over me. “What don’t they know about me?”

“That I found you. That a degenerate found you first. That the Church knows you exist.”

“The Church has always known I exist. My mother had a parenting license.” And, evidently, a demonic parasite. Admittedly, an odd combination. “Why were you looking for me? Why was the degenerate looking for me?”

“It’s kind of a long story. Do you wanna…?” He gestured toward the larger room again, where, presumably, there was somewhere to sit.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Well, anywhere other than the dark, creepy, abandoned warehouse I’d already followed him into. “I don’t even know who you are.” I kept my back pressed against the door in case I needed to make an escape.

“Fair enough.” He smiled, and his green eyes sparkled in that beam of moonlight. “I’m Finn.”

“Finn who?”

He shrugged. “That’s all I know.”

“You don’t know your last name?” Yeah. Right. “I thought you had answers.”

“I do. But not that one.” He cleared his throat, apparently nervous now that I’d stumped him with what should have been an easy question. “Listen, the rest of this is kind of a long story, and I’m freezing, so why don’t we talk over there?” He tossed his head toward the far corner of the warehouse, where I could barely make out some camping equipment and blankets. “There’s another exit on that side of the building, if the urge to flee strikes again.”

But I wasn’t ready to let go of the doorknob, and he could tell.