"Mendonça!" the gargoyle shrieked. "The monsters are disappearing! All of them! Well, the ones with good dental plans, anyway!"

Back at the office, Eurico looked at the single, crumpled check they’d received as payment. "This won't even cover the dry cleaning for your trench coat, Dog."

"Speak for yourself," Paimon muttered, finishing her third sundae. "I'm still hungry." Location: The gritty streets of Lisbon, Portugal 🇵🇹 The Team: Dog Mendonça: Hard-boiled werewolf detective. Eurico: Ex-pizza delivery guy and unpaid apprentice. Paimon: Ancient demon in a little girl's body. Gargoyle Head: Floating, loony, and surprisingly helpful.

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"It's a setup!" Eurico shouted as they stood in the middle of a Nazi bunker that had somehow been transported to the 1980s. "The big revelation is coming! I can feel it!"

Dog shrugged, leaning back in his chair as the sun began to rise over Lisbon. "Maybe not, kid. But look on the bright side. At least we didn't get eaten."