It took five minutes to reach Anya's den. She lived on the outskirts of what looked like a suburb. They stopped a block away, next to a "no parking" sign. Jorick popped open the glove box and pulled out a lumpy bundle of cloth. Katelina knew the contents before he opened it and handed her a hunting knife.

Oren asked, "You're sure you want her to go? She could stay in the van."

"It's her decision."

Oren muttered something under his breath and shut the van off, his ...