"So a whole truck load of joy," Jack snorted, then shrugged. Maybe it was why he'd always been a good cop, but to his mind, if the bastards after you couldn't use magic or any other supernatural crap - like unleashing a werewolf with a taste for human flesh on a 12 year old kid - it never seemed as bad as it could be.

"Right. So. We've got a whole island to search. Any thoughts on where Pain and Suffering might take them? Would they find a building, a hut, head into the jungle and camp?"