Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

"Like I said, John, I found you something, didn't I? Well, didn't I?"Constantine shrugged and looked around for ghosts. Didn't see any. But he knew they werethere."What happened up there?" Hennessy asked. Constantine just shook his head, coughing alittle and trying to keep it from becoming a fit of hacking, and rummaged through his coatpockets."Inside pocket, on the left."Hennessy was right; that's where the cough drops were. "Save your little psychic gimmicksfor the customers," Constantine said, popping a lozenge into his mouth."Sorry, sorry. Right. Sorry."Hennessy took a half-pint bottle in a brown paper bag from his inside coat pocket, glancedaround, then took a long pull."Going to a lot of meetings, I see," Constantine said dryly."It keeps them out. So I can sleep. I have to sleep."Constantine knew just what he meant. "I need some help myself, Father Hennessy.""You do?" Hennessy blinked in surprise. "From me? What kind of..." Instinctively, Hennessytouched an amulet around his neck.Constantine looked at it. The four intersecting crosses... Yes.Seeing the direction of Constantine's gaze, Hennessy groaned. Constantine didn't need aconfession. "Oh. That. Oh, John, no, listen, I can't-""Padre, that exorcism just wasn't right. I need you to do some... research.""I just don't like to do that anymore....""Come on, surf the ether for me. A few days. You can do that for me. Anything unusual -anything - let me know."Hennessy's hands were shaking. He looked like he was thinking about bus tickets. Escapingtown.Constantine put his hand on Hennessy's shoulder."It'll be like back in the day." He reached around and unclipped the amulet from Hennessy'sneck. ..."No, John, I need that-""A few days.... " If Hennessy was going to quest for him, he'd need to keep the amulet off toget full access. He dropped the amulet into Hennessy's coat pocket.Hennessy looked at him a moment, chewing his lip. Maybe there was a flicker of friendshipthere. Memory of the days they'd worked together - before Hennessy had started to crumble. Nottoo many could look Hell in the face, more than once, and just keep on, ignoring the fact that lifewas under siege by the demonic; that the world was like a fortress surrounded by an enemy horde,just waiting for a crack to open, a chance to get in. When you really realized that, it could breakyou.Hennessy swallowed and said, "Okay. Okay, for you, John. Like... back in the day. Right."Hennessy took another swig.Constantine felt a tingle on the back of his neck. Someone was watching him, from up in theapartment building. Someone who flipped a gold coin, a very old gold coin, from finger tofinger.... Someone...Sensing the peculiar metaphysical quality of that scrutiny, Constantine turned and looked thatway but that someone had gone.Constantine found Chaz punching out the dent in his opened hood, hammering it from below.Not improving it much.”"John, it's not my cab. What's wrong with you?""I told you to move it.""Well, maybe if you'd told me you were dropping a fucking three-hundred-pound mirror witha pissed-off demon in it, I would have moved it further...." Chaz slammed the hood shut and got