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"They sound like a lot more fun than I remember"

"I bet they’re in love with you, boy Youa low profile"

"If you’re not Sub Rosa, tell ht now"

Wells finally turns and looks atto drill a hole in my head with his eyes

"Because if I shoot you, you’re not going to hop up and decapitate me Just because I don’t ith the Sub Rosa doesn’t mean that I think all nonhuuns ned by a coalition of huineers and certain respectable occult partners What I’ even slightly annoying, I’ll burn you doith the sael Michael used to blast Satan’s ass out of Heaven and into the Abyss"

"If you’re not Sub Rosa, who do you people work for?"

"I told you Hoic in California?"

"Not just California The whole country It’s our job to keep our eyes on all freaks, terrorists, and potential terrorists, which describes all of you pixies, inare steady His pupils aren’t dilating He’s telling the truth Or he thinks he is

"Are you spooks local? ’Cause I just met this funny little Nazi na Not even reoose-steppers They’re irrelevant to our current concerns And we’re not spooks The CIA are spooks We heard you and Josef got into a little dustup"

"It wasn’t some about three-quarters to death He also showed me that I can die and how it’ll probably happen So, hoas your day?" Wells checks his watch again He’s not as cool as he looked at first So him and it’s not me "That probably doesn’t make much sense to you"

"I’ve read your file I know all about you You’ve haven’t exactly been inconspicuous since you got back to town"

"You guys have been watching me?"

"From the ht you were just another zombie, and were about to send out waste disposal But when you ed that crackhead and didn’t eat him, we decided just to keep an eye on you"

"How?"

"Radar We’ve got all you pixies on radar"

"More respectable ic?"

"Our friends understand the security issues at stake"

"Radar and death rays Where do I sign up? It doesn’t seeet all the fun toys"

"Cry a you in for a talk"

"Seeether, which makes my ar to find a lance out theand see that we’re crossing La Cienega "I notice we’re not going to the courthouse"

"What makes you think you deserve a day in court?"

"You’re a cop…"

"US marshal"

"Fine A cop who can read Isn’t there so a day in court?"

"That only applies to the living, son"

"I’al sense Legally, you’re a nonperson You’ve been a long-gone daddy out of this real person can be declared dead after seven, which ally dead almost four years"

"You’re not serious"

"Look at the bright side If you were alive, you’d still be the priirlfriend’s murder If you were alive, the IRS would want to knohy you haven’t been filing taxes Ask o with the IRS every time"

"So, you knoho I am and where I’ve been"

"I know every inch of your sorry waste of a life My boss ht want to talk to you, but to me, you’re a parasite A waste of space and air It makes a person wish the earth really was flat Then we could take all the people like you, load you in a garbage scow, and push you over the edge and out of everybody’s hair"

"If you knohere I’ve been, then you knohy I’o and let et rid of so up Rodeo Drive?"

"That was athat up The truth is, I don’t give a damn about some Hollywood lawyers’ wives and their shoe stores What I care about is you What you represent and the kind of trouble you bring with you You’re a walking cala up and there’s the slightest whiff of perspiration co off him One of the G-men in the front of the van has turned to watch our conversation He and Wells s soain, he does it with the kind of phony casualness that lets everyone in the room know that you’re about to tell the bad joke they’ve all been waiting for Wells says, "So, what the hell kind of a name is Sandman Slim anyway? You think you’re some kind of superhero?"

I turn and look at him, "You lost me there, Tex I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about"

"Don’t be modest, we’ve all heard of you ’Sandman Slim The monster who kills monsters’ I have to admit, it’s kind of catchy Did you come up with that or did some Hellion ad firm shit that out for you?"