Jenica doubted anything would come of the letter she mailed weeks ago given the odds against his being anything other than a man who developed a fixation with either her brother or the writings of a drunken Irishman. Either way it was a long shot she¡¯d been willing to take as all the time spent listening to friends and even strangers talking about family brought back a sense of loss one that never truly faded away no matter how hard she fought to keep it buried.
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She drew a breath trying to keep her emotions concealed as turned away from the sisters who being new to all this no doubt expected her to have all the answers. Her brown eyes went to the phone still in her hand wondering if certain ¡®roadhouse connections¡¯ should be made use of but thought better of it as the fewer people who knew about this venture the greater the odds of their success.
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Carefully tucking the small device back into her pocket as eyes drifted from one sister to the other. ¡°For now¡sit tight.¡± One appeared to be having a little more trouble with the idea than the other who continued pouring over the pages of old journals.?
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¡°Kinda hoping that call to her friends is part that plan.¡± Abby leaned back in her chair leaving Corbin¡¯s journal laying open on the table as she carefully considered what she and her sister might be walking into. Shaking her head to clear away thoughts of all the ways going up against the first demon could go sideways.
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Jenica leaned back against one of the tables filled with books. ¡°If you guys want to back out¡¡± One eyebrow lifted as her gaze drifted between the sisters deciding given the circumstances that offering the two women an ¡®out¡¯ before they got in too deep would be far better than having them get cold feet when mixing it up with a demon, especially one of Eve¡¯s caliber.?
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