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Did you summon Moloch, too?’ Covington nodded without speaking. ëut mur8216;Yeah, I thought so. Big coincidence otherwise – that a demon with just those dietary needs happened to be raised from Hell just where he’d catch the scent of the Mount Grace permanent floating barbecue. But there weren’t any coincidences operating here: it was all part of the master plan.’
I took a long swig of the whisky. It burned pleasantly in my mouth.
‘So that was the main thing,’ I said. ‘The strings. You don’t get all those strings without someone to pull on them.
He looked surprised. ‘I know. But I had my collar drawn up and I was moving fast.
‘They didn’t. But their different descriptions of you got me thinking. The desk clerk, Merrill – he said you were an old man. But Onugeta jostled against you in the hallway and he felt how solidly muscled you were: he knew you had to be a young, fit guy. So why would Merrill think you were old?’
‘I don’t know, Castor. What’s the punchline?’
I pointed at his head. ‘Your snow-white locks. You walked past his desk with your head down and your collar up, and all he saw of you was your hair.
Covington shook his head slowly. ‘You really thought this through, didn’t you? Why did I?’
‘Because flesh is clay. When a human soul possesses an animal body, it bends it as far as it can into a human shape. Sometimes the animal soul pushes back, and you can get some really interesting – not to say nasty – results as the see-saw tips.