She thought about the long day she had at the office. Actually, it was the entire week. David, her boss, was consumed with some huge supermarket merge... that she couldn’t have cared less about. He kept her extra busy the entire week. Bobbi stared at the clock all day waiting for 5 p.m. to hit. Tick tock tick tock. Being it was a Friday, she hoped that he would let her go home early, but she had no such luck. The bastard kept there until seven. Jets of smoke exhaled from her nostrils; Bobbi’s. The cast-out families would become part of the demon-killer clan. They would be welcomed and be fed and kept warm. And taught how to kill demons.That first spring the small demon-killer clan gained four families. Each of the three remaining camps of their old clan sent them a family they could not feed. One of the camps sent two families.All four of the families had mothers and children, but only one had a hunter. He had been injured several winters earlier, and was no longer able to feed his. “Special Agent Whitaker with the FBI. There was a man in here a few minutes ago named Brooks. I’d like to see the MICT data you took off his mail, and anything else he has mailed out from this location, if he has.”“Sure, come on back,” he said, lifting a gate in the counter allowing them to walk into the back.As they passed through a door behind the workers, Taylor was suddenly amazed. He hadn’t considered how large the building was, but it was clearly bigger than what he’d expected. Row after. She felt like a new woman as she talked with him, his comparative urbanity infusing her with liveliness, and his intelligent conversation starting the wheels of her own brain turning slowly."Its usefulness!" McLean laughed sardonically, getting his drink down. "Do you call polluting the land and sea useful? Not only does DDT destroy fish life, it is also beginning to poison the phytoplankton in the ocean. Do you realize what that means?" Not exactly," Sandra had to admit, secretly enjoying his.