“Time?” Harold couldn't think what he meant. Obviously time was getting on. Were they in a hurry? Other than the usual desperate scramble for souls, obviously. “Are we late for something?”
“Late? Sort of. We're not the ones who are late.” The demon jerked his head toward the house. “Best your friend gets a move on, eh?”
“I suppose so.” Harold frowned, wondering what the demon was getting at. Not for the first time he wished he could have a telepathy spell to converse with Sefskapoi without the doctor overhearing, but he hadn't got one and that was that. On the other hand, did he really want to hear a demon's thoughts?
Blue flashing lihts announced the arrival of the police.