Sawyer sat back and scrubbed his hands down his face. "That's cutting it ridiculously close."

"I mean...maybe not. My official time of birth is 11:59 at night. The moon will be out before that, obviously, so I'll go on my merry way to kill Paul in his dimension, then plant the flower, and hope it grows over the portal as it sucks the power out of it and me, and effectively trapping dead Paul inside." I looked at each of them. "Easy chicken squeezy?"

The detective shook his ...