“Gargoyles or Foleys?" Sean said.
“Either."
“I don't know if there are any gargoyles, but there is one more Foley."
“So he's in stone in Ireland?" Tex ventured, parking in a spot near the office.
“Aye. I'm hoping to bring him here when I'm done with whatever my purpose is."
Tex turned off the car. “Donal told me about having to protect Meg."
“You seemed to handle all of this stuff that must be crazy to you," Sean said.
Tex didn't answer until they were out of the car. “I was homeless for a year. I have seen some odd things. I also saw your brother fly onto a building."
“I guess that would make you a believer," Sean said, chuckling.
Jenkins Security was in a non-descript five-storied building. Only a small sign which indicated the firm inside. Sean was eager to see his brother agai
