The Graveyard Book

__The man Jack met them halfway down the stairs. Mr. Dandy grinned at him, without any humor but with perfect teeth. "Hello, Jack Frost," he said. "I thought you had the boy."
__"I did," said the man Jack. "He got away."
__"Again?" Jack Dandy's smile grew wider and chillier and even more perfect. "Once is a mistake, Jack. Twice is a disaster."
__"We'll get him," said the man Jack. "This ends tonight."
__"It had better," said Mr. Dandy.
__"He'll be in the graveyard," said the man Jack. The three men hurried down the stairs.
__The man Jack sniffed the air. He had the scent of the boy in his nostrils, a prickle at the nape of his neck. He felt like all this had happened years before. He paused, pulled on his long black coat, which had hung in the front hall, incongruous beside Mr. Frost's tweed jacket and fawn mackintosh.

- Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book