"Oh, great," Ash groused. "It's prob'ly some cheap knockoff."
"Nope." Jo took another swallow of beer.
Ash ripped open the package. "Holy crap!"
"Told you."
"Where the hell did you get this?"
"Whorehouse outside Galveston." Jo snorted with laughter at the look on Ash's face. "The madam was possessed."
"A demon? And you went after it by yourself?"
"You think I couldn't?" Jo said, annoyed.
"No, dummy, I think you shouldn't!"
She shrugged. "Well, as it happens, I didn't."
"Who?"
"Come on, Ash. Who comes to mind when you think of hunter and whorehouse?"