then, yesterday, demons started showing up where they never had before. could be a nest. could be someoneβs opened a gate. could be something a whole lot uglier pulling the strings.β
a small shrug followed.
βpoint is, nobody knows whatβs causing it yet.β
morrison let out a low hum, already expecting that answer. lady had never been one to waste sympathy on property damage when there were paychecks on the line.
βthatβs where things get complicated,β
his expression lost what little amusement it held. β
More aptly put, it was taxes, bills, and hunger breathing down their necks β three far more terrifying facts than your average demons and Monday apocalypses.
By comparison, dealing with the supernatural was easier.
Lady's face lit up with anticipation at the prospect of a >
β βfraid this one wonβt be as easy as putting a bullet through a demonβs skull and collecting the cash. client says people have been disappearing for weeks. no bodies. no witnesses worth a damn. just folks gone without a trace. β
βbeat the others here again, huh? i donβt blame you, itβs a good one. canβt say the clientβs nearly as thrilled. she wasnβt exactly pleased about her afternoon getting torn apart by some demons.β
he didnβt so much as blink. by now, he was more than accustomed to her, trish β or, god help him, dante β showing up out of thin air like hell itself was breathing down their necks. most days, it probably was. β