“It’s been around for almost a hundred years,” Latham said. He looked at Cade. “Is it like you? A vampire?” “No,” Cade said. “It’s worse.” “Awesome,” Latham muttered.”

“This is not a man,” Cade said, his voice like a crypt door slamming. “In almost a hundred years, I have seen it shot, stabbed, drowned, burned, decapitated, dismembered and buried. And in almost a hundred years, there’s only been one thing that’s ever been able to kill it.” “What?” Latham asked, his voice squeaking. Cade’s eyes speared every agent in the room as he answered: “Me.”

“Questions?” Cade asked, pointing at the file where Zach had stuffed it into his messenger bag. “Yeah,” Zach said. “Any chance I can go back to D.C.?” “Any useful questions?” “Do you think it’s really the Boogeyman that killed Brent? You think it’s back?” “I sincerely hope not.” “When you say things like that, I start to cry a little on the inside.”

“When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments.At length, he turned for the steps. "Fuckall," he said on a stunned breath. "Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother...?”

“They hobbled to the bathroom, Cade's arm around Michael's shoulder, Michael's arm around Cade's waist.'She killed the wolf,' Cade panted.'I know.' Michael grunted under the weight of Cade's body. 'It bothers me.''She can see in the dark.''That bothers me, too.''When she slammed the door, the house shook.''Bothering me.''She runs almost as fast as I do.''Bothering the fuck out of me.''She called me baby.''Oh, well then, we've got nothing to worry about, do we? Hope she's not the jealous type. Wouldn't want her breaking my neck if she catches us in the shower together.''Shut the fuck up and help me get undressed.”

“What did you think of him?" Cade asked."Give me some credit," Zach said. "Guy’s more full of shit than a duck pond.”