"Then what is it?" asked Chris. He figured with how cagey the guy had been that he wouldn't have given it even if asked, but maybe he had read that part wrong. That wasn't even the point of why he had called and somehow Mr. Lawyer was already insulted. Chris was doing his records proud at this rate. "If you don't want to be called lawyer guy."

"Meet me at the corner of First and Eighth," he instructed, taking a moment to watch the street signs as he went. Assuming the guy would fade in like he had faded out last time, they'd meet up just as Chris passed and then he wouldn't have to lose sight of his demonic friend. "Preferably within the next minute or so."