Out of order.
“Okay, magic and bullets. Hold on: what if the cops hear us shooting?”
“Then we suddenly got back-up. Vinnie, you gotta remember, here: this is all legal. Better, it’s all kosher. People want us putting bullets and hoodoo on the monsters. The cops want us taking care of business before they have to. The politicians want us cleaning up old messes before they splatter all over the news. As long as we don’t screw up in public too much, we’re golden.”
“Sounds like a great life,” Vinnie said.
Pete snorted. “Right up to the point where something eats your face. This job is fun, sometimes, but it’s not really safe.”