“Hate it when you’re right. Okay, we leave the guns. But if anybody draws on me in there, I will wolf out and start eating faces.” “I’d expect you to.” Harmony took out her glasses, slipped them on, and checked her face in the mirror. The pinhole camera was perfectly concealed beside a stray blonde curl. “You do sound a little excited at the prospect, though.” “Hon,” Jessie said, “I’ve been in the mood to eat somebody’s face since we landed in San Francisco. C’mon, let’s go be journalists.”
