"Takes one to know one bitch," she shot back sweetly. Shit, it was time for a vacation, like how they do with the serial killer unit. The Bureau would switch the agents off every two years, or so to keep them sane. Living and working in a cement building next to psychotic half breeds for about five years really wasn't helping her out. Especially since one of the first ones there had implanted part of her soul into Dalia. That demon, named Mira, had made Shea seem like a well trained pet rather than a person inflicted with insanity. Yes, compared to the early days, this was a piece of cake.