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Or Not
“Am I supposed to give you fifty thousand dollars?” Her expression changed as she spoke. Now she looked at me like I was a cockroach, or a coiled snake. I hoped she didn’t have a taser in her kimono pocket. … Continue reading
A Welcoming Safe Haven
I was a little surprised to find the door unlocked, though I suppose if you wanted the church to be a welcoming safe haven, being open most of the time probably made sense. And it wasn’t like St. Matthew’s had … Continue reading
I Went for the Gun
My truck was the only car in the parking lot. The starlight downplayed the fact that the truck was seven different colors. I actually don’t know which was the original—Javier at the Jalopy Graveyard, Howard’s own pick-a-part auto shop, pieced … Continue reading
His Name Was Really Evil
Objectively, Gladys was right; Evil Patten was a good-looking young man. He wasn’t tall, exactly, but he had a lot of masculine charm in his broad shoulders and narrow hips. He walked confidently. His nose was crooked, but his teeth … Continue reading
Earth Angel
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Her Duster Flared
Raphael turned from following Chuy and jogged down the stairs. He kicked aside a dazed-eyed man who clutched and groped at his leg, aware that Chuy, above him, was halfway along the ramp. He pushed between two clinging women as … Continue reading
Truer Words
“He’s waking up.” Eddie Marlowe shoved himself into Raphael’s field of vision. He looked more haggard and food-deprived than ever, and even as their gazes met, Eddie’s Infernal eye slid sideways, and he blinked hard. “Tell me who you are,” … Continue reading
Both Sides Were Wrong
“Why are you doing push-ups?” Enoch asked. “Son of a bitch hates it,” Chuy sneered. “All that slob wants to do it get drunk, eat candy bars, and pretend he likes girls.” “What son of a bitch is that?” Enoch … Continue reading
Play
Raphael hesitated. Was this possession or madness? “Can I talk to Mike?” “You wouldn’t want to. He’s chickenshit, and an idiot. Besides, you don’t need him. If you’re looking for Eddie Marlowe, I can tell you where he is.” “Oh … Continue reading
Not That Council
“Why does Heaven communicate to me by the Sons of Light?” John smiled. “We have always been Heaven’s. We are the redundant network. The backup plan.” “The backup plan for what?” “For when the main plan goes awry. I am … Continue reading
