Bob research

"I want you to learn more," I told him. "Go out and see what else you can round up on werewolves. "
Bob snorted. "Fat chance, Harry. I'm a spirit of intellect, not an errand boy. " But when I said the word "out," Bob's eyes glittered.
"I'll pick you up some new romance novels, Bob," I offered.
Bob's teeth clicked a couple of times. "Give me a twenty-four-hour pass," he said.
I shook my head. "Forget it. The last time I let you out, you invaded a party over at Loyola and set off an orgy. "
Bob sniffed. "I didn't do anything to anyone that a keg wouldn't have done. "
"But those people didn't ask for you to get into their systems, Bob. No way. You had your fun, and I'm not letting you out again for a while. "
"Oh, come on, Harry. "
"No," I said flatly.
"It would only be one little night o - "
"No," I said again.
Bob glowered at me and demanded, "New romances. None of those tatty used ones. I want something off the bestseller list. "
"I want you back by sunrise," I countered.
"Fine," Bob snapped. "I can't believe how ungrateful you are, after everything I've done for you. I'll see if I can get someone's name. There might be a spirit or two who could get you some juicy information. " The orange lights that were his eyes glittered and then flowed out of the skull in a misty cloud of lambent illumination. The cloud flowed up the ladder and out of my laboratory.

Fool Moon Chapter 7, Page 73-74


All in all, squeezing information from faeries and spirits of the elements was a lot easier and safer - but Bob had turned up nothing in his search among the local spirits. They weren't always up on information to be had in the city, and Bob now resided in his skull again, exhausted and unable to help any further.

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