"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker."
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.
Underestimating demons is a bad idea, and it's a mistake that may cost me not only my own life but the life of a missing child.
If I can swallow my pride, and allow Agent O'Shea to help me find a way to deal with the demon, we might be able to save the child.
With this salvage, it's a race against time, a test of trust, and a temptation that I'm doing my damnedest to ignore.
If only swallowing my pride was that easy and demons weren't so damn difficult, this week would be a helluva a lot easier.
