8
I led the way outside where a black limo awaited us. The windows were so tinted I wondered if they were one-way mirrors. Puer himself opened the door, and I followed Dives into the dark interior. Lush leather and a small fridge awaited us. I took the seat opposite Dives, and in a few moments we were traveling down the road.
I leaned back and looked to Dives. “So how does this Lasco person work, anyway?”
“Latro, and in a flashy manner,” he told me. “Latro’s main objective is to tell the world that the paranormal is real.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I haven’t asked for motivations, but Latro probably had parents or a second cousin-twice-removed killed by a death maggot or were-rabbit, and is seeking revenge.”
My face fell. “Those things don’t actually exist, d
