Say no to drugs… and yes to demons? I thought I’d enjoy seeing the straitlaced Detective Sullivan brought down a peg or two. But now I just feel sorry for the guy. He’s had to swallow some harsh truths lately–like that his old-fashioned law-and-order attitude doesn’t cut it against demons. He’s not taking it well. These days, he looks as worn out and used up as I feel. He doesn’t even iron his slacks anymore, which may as well be a sign of the apocalypse. Plus, he keeps knocking on my door with bogus tips about demonic activity. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is, and most of it I can’t do with a cop looking over my shoulder. When he warned me the cops behind a teen anti-drug program are actually demons in human skin, I rolled my eyes and sent him on his way. But it turns out he might not be crying wolf this time. Because some guy with a fancy suit and a government business card just walked into my office, wanting to hire me to shut Sullivan up–by any means necessary. And he’s made it clear just say no isn’t an option.