She chuckled. “In other words, business as usual for you.”
I fell into step with her as we made our way back up the trail. “Life would be easier if I was nuts, I think,” I said.
“Oh, just do what everyone else does—heavy drugs!”
I began to laugh, then stopped dead. Barry Landrieu. Now I remembered where I knew him from.
Jill turned back to me with a frown. “You okay?”
I gave a slow nod. “Yeah. Sorry. I, um, just realized why the victim’s name seemed familiar.”
She gave me a questioning look, but I hesitated. Had I ever told Jill about some of the more unpleasant parts of my past? Screw it, I decided. If she can tolerate the whole demon summoning thing, she’s not going to run screaming because of this.
“After my dad was killed and my aunt became my guardian, I did a lot of acting out,” I told her.