"Uzbecky-what?" Micah demanded. "Where the hell is that?"

Jorick cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I'm not sure."

"Isn't it Russian?" Loren leaned back on the porch and eyed the door. The members of The Black Vigil were in the half lit basement, having a meeting of their own, but they could be out any moment.

Katelina huddled into her coat. "I thought you knew everything, Jorick."

"Everything that matters. You forget, I left Europe for the New World long ...