“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Ian.” Sam pressed end and put his cell phone down on Bobby’s desk, in between a lukewarm half-bottle of El Sol and a dusty, dog-eared copy of Matholwch’s Guide to Cryptozoology.
The phone call had been from the eponymous owner of Ian’s Herbal Remedies in Utah. He wasn’t a hunter, but he knew about the supernatural world and the
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