“Watch out for him,” Jeremy warned.

Dan nodded. “We’re watching out at all times.”

“But you’re going back to Katie’s house—”

“With cameras and three large dogs and me,” Dan said firmly.

“You have to sleep...dogs can be poisoned,” Jeremy said. “Katie should be—”

“Jeremy, please! The FBI is watching us. Police are watching us.”

“And you think it’s a chance to catch him. At Katie’s expense,” Jeremy said.

Katie shook her head firmly. “Not at my expense. At my insistence. I told you, I can’t spend my life looking over my shoulder. This must be solved. Here and now,” she added softly.

Jeremy sighed. “You’d better text me twice a day.”

“Yes, and you’re to text back!” Katie told him firmly.

He smiled. “Okay. And please keep in close contact. Please, please.” He wasn’t looking at Katie; he was looking at Dan.

Dan nodded.

“Okay,” Jeremy said awkwardly. “So we’re...set. Except the news about another letter to the papers and the guy being an immortal demon is out on the streets. We may all need to be worried about people doing nutty things, dangerous things, because they’re so worried.”

“Maybe,” Dan admitted. “But we’ll get through it.”

Jeremy nodded and almost smiled. “Yes, we will get through it. NOLA strong,” he said.

They were silent for a minute.

“Hey, uh, what did I tell you about the avocado toast?” he asked.

“Best I’ve ever had,” Dan assured him.

“What now?” Jeremy asked. “We sit and wait for him to strike again?”

“No. We’re going to see George again, and...a man who just might have had a meeting with Jennie and the man we know as Neil Browne,” Katie said.

Dan felt his phone vibrating in his jacket pocket and reached for it. He excused himself and rose to take the call from Axel.

“Can you get to the office now?” Axel asked.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Ryder found your man, Nathan Lawrence. We have him in one of the interrogation rooms, but we don’t have him on anything, so holding him... So far, he’s just scared and confused. But get here as quickly as you can. With your pictures.”

“On my way,” Dan assured him. He turned back to the table and told Katie, “We have to go. Now. Jeremy, thank you. Sincerely, thank you.”

“Wait!” Katie said. “Wait. We’ve all figured out Jeremy might be in danger, and we’re just going to go off—”

“Katie, I’m fine,” Jeremy said. “Good alarm system. Shotgun. I’m good.”

“But you sleep, too,” Katie protested.