A couple of hours later, there's a knock at the door of Corrine Bertran's palatial estate.
Henry had very little trouble getting out here - people seemed to forget sometimes exactly how deep Sanderson Hawkins' resources ran - and, with a gym bag in tow, he was here.
Ready to use his powers for GOOD for a change. His experiences in Kahndaq behind
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She slouches back in her chair with a sigh. "I've got about thirty miscellaneous relatives-- few of which I actually know-- and three close family members that I'm pretty sure want my corpse. One of them's in Hell, but apparently that doesn't preclude ordering a hit." She wipes a little at the corner of her eye with a finger, but her face never changes. "At the top of the totem pole, we've got the possibility of a demon prince, and at the bottom we've got the crazy ex's sister who wants to stab me in the eye. Oh, yeah, and I'm pretty sure my first ex is wandering around out there cursing my name after I crushed his junk. I'm not well liked."
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"The phrasing was funny ha-ha. The sentiment wasn't. When we find the guy from that instant replay, I plan to extract answers and teeth. In that order, and in at least equal quantities."
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Sand's face shows both resolve and tension. Someone's targeted Corrine. *NOT* happy.
"We've determined WHO may be a link here, but we don't know WHAT and we don't know WHY yet." He looks at Trevor. "How about the two of us go barhopping. Tara, keep trying for a mystical consult. Go through Oracle if you need to. I don't want to risk that whatever is happening to Corrine is slow-acting. Hank, keep working with Corinne. I know you're not mystical, but maybe you can pick up something in the peripheral that can tell us what's happening here."
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