"Ms. Katz." Rabbi Mandelbaum managed to make my name sound like an insult.

"Hello, Rabbi." My voice remained neutral, despite my clenched jaw.

"Wait," he barked at me in his Russian accent.

I traced a dick in the window's condensation.

There were two sections to the Brotherhood. Rasha, the hunters out there actually fighting, came from every race and religion, descendants of the original men that King David had chosen to magically fight evil. They ...