Badd flicked the lollipo out of his mouth, gesturing behind Byrne. "Head for the hills," he said, almost smiling. "Or the mountains. If we lose ourselves in there badly enough they won't be able to get us, especially if there's caves we can huddle in. I'm not saying it'll work, but I want to see if it's possible."

And he wanted to do it tonight, before the witch hunts started. Someone would 'turn into a monster' tonight. Whether or not that actually happened, someone was going to die. He'd been a detective far too long to trust other human beings.