Peter looked over at her. "This might be related." He flipped past the pages and pages (and pages and pages) of information Thaddeus Crowley had left. "This ends November 1768. Jenkins found something saying he'd vanquished...something. Put them all together, and maybe this is what the others are trying."

He belatedly realized he didn't know her (he didn't think). "Oh. Hi, I'm Peter." He waved at the identical but cleaner and slightly younger man next to him. "So is this."