That was the thing about evil; it was persistent. Luckily true heroes were damn weeds themselves. It was a different kind of fatalism perhaps, a ready and dangerous kind, but maybe it would grow on him.

In time.

She was damn well going to make sure he had that time.

Everyone else in town could get 'unexplained phenomena counseling'. She was going to make people safe? Then she was going to find him.

That was also Grant's drive though, finding him. "Always so sure, Pardy," echoed through the woods. "It won't work."