It wasn't until later that morning that Mort returned to the office. Jane was at her usual spot, beating the rusted typewriter with the usual reports she had to file. Except for the rythymic typing, the cramped room was quiet. Papers filled every crack, even sticking out of the walls, some for exorcists that had died during the Civil War. Somewhere beyond the avalanche of papers was a door, with a massive shadow being lobbed through it. The shadow enveloped Jane, and for a second, the only sound in the room was the fan overhead, blending the morning dawn into a frappe.

Jane leaned on a paper stack armrest to see out of the door. Whatever it was, it was monstrous. She grinned. Mort. She heard him muttering behind the door-

"Alright, good boy, good boy, stay, stay, heel. Heel, now. OK, now, see the shiny thing? Take the shiny thing and open the- no, not like that-"

Jane's view of Mort became a little clearer. For one, the door was now out of the way, and off of its hinges. Clutching onto it was a golem, gripping it by the doorknob. On its left shoulder, Mort sat, shaking his head in embarrassment.

"I see you brought back a friend."

Mort hopped down and slid onto a paper stack. He waved his hand casually at the golem, who proceeded to toss the door aside lightly. The secretary flinched as she heard the door collide with a fruit stand.

"They just don't make them like they used to, eh?" Mort remarked, leaning against another paper stack.

"Hardly," Jane turned to face the golem again. "Hello, Judas sweetie, didja miss me?"

"Hate to break it to you, but that's not Judas. He got lost in that job on the cruiser."

"Oh? So, then, pumpkin, what's your name?"

"Spot."

She glanced again, sizing up Spot. Even with the door gone, she still couldn't see his head.

"Spot. I figured you'd get tired of the biblical names sooner or later, but... Anyways, you and your clay dog have a job to do."

Jane pulled out a paper from underneath Elijah's foot, and handed it to him.

"Jodie Wilson. Her father owns a big jazz club, downtown, called The Li'l Dipper. She got kidnapped just a few hours ago, and now she's being held ransom."

"So how did we get pulled into this?"

"Her father's desperate. He doesn't care who it is, he just wants her back before she's joined the choir invisble."

"Any idea who it is?"

"I'll give you a hint. Big white robes, pointed hoods, not too fond of us or the client."

"Ah. I'll be going, then."

"You better run. The address is on the paper." Mort scanned the sheet one last time, then folded it and put it back in his pocket. He fumbled through the stacks to find another clip for the pistol, then hopped back onto Spot. "Have fun, Spot. You be a good boy."

Mort looked out into the city. Where the fruit stand used to be, there was a small crowd gathering. He stood up on Spot's shoulders, and pointed off towards the skyline.

"Alright, Spot, there's our target. Now, let's move!" Elijah held on for dear life as Spot began pounding on all fours through the streets, just as the rest of the world was waking up. Today was going to be a good day.