Two hours later, hunkered down in the library, neither of us had apologized. An unwelcome first.
We worked in silence to compile a massive list of potential demons. Any demon who conformed to any aspect of the crimes, no matter how tenuous a connection went on it.
I'd cross-referenced the shit out of these crimes, giving 200% to the task, and refusing to give Ari any more real estate for his moral high ground. "Both genders. Different vocations," I said. "Different races, religions, times, and locations of deaths. Even one Jane Doe. A lot of possibilities."