Devon Monk - Hell Bent

“What the hell kind of meeting is it, anyway? You and I are no longer employed by the Authority.”

“We aren’t the Head of the Authority. Doesn’t mean we aren’t a part of it.”

The killer at the booth had finished his coffee and small bowl of oatmeal. He tossed cash on the table, pushed up on his feet, and, glancing at me, walked out the door.

Damn it. He knew I was tailing him.

I could kill him from here. Without even standing up. Without even laying a finger on him. I could reach out, let the Death magic inside me pop his heart, blow his brain, drain his lungs.

Just the thought of it made my heart stutter, then pause, for several beats too many.

Eleanor put one hand over her mouth and watched me with wide eyes.

It was weird to see her worried that I might die. I was, after all, the bloke who had killed her and then hogtied her to my mortal coil.

I took a couple even breaths and focused on not panicking. Terric was saying something, but I wasn’t listening.

Finally, the vise of death released my heart and blood pushed a hot flood under my skin. Painful and heady.

“...drunk?” Terric was asking.

“Yes.” I had no idea what he was talking about. Hoped it was an offer.

I checked the diner again. Killer guy was long gone. Well, there went two weeks of hunting down the drain.

“Cover that for me, will you?” I asked. “I left my cash in my other coat.” I stood, wavered a little from the head rush.

Eleanor nodded and then pointed at Terric. “Do it,” she mouthed.

Terric sighed and threw a bill on the table.

I gave Eleanor a back-off look. “Is it about Davy?” I asked as we made our way to the door.

He glanced out at the rain and flipped his collar before taking the plunge to the sidewalk. “Weren’t you listening? Never mind. Don’t answer that. No. Nothing new there. We still haven’t found him.”

“So what is it about?”

We strode down to his car double-parked down a block or so. I could feel every heartbeat like a finger tapping a rhythm against my spine. Forty-seven lives in the office building, twelve in the coffee shop, eight in the bank.

He didn’t say anything until we had ducked into the car.

“How’s Eleanor?” He couldn’t see her unless he drew on magic to do so, but lately he made it a point to ask about her. Which she loved.

Women.

She smiled, then made pointy motions toward him again.

“Still dead,” I said.

She slapped me in the back of the head. Ow. Brain freeze.

“Also, angry.”

“What about?”

“Who can tell?”

He glanced at me. Didn’t buy my dismissal. I didn’t care.

Time to change the subject. “You going to tell me what’s really wrong?”

He started the engine. “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t get in until five this morning. You paced until six. It’s what, nine o’clock?”

“Ten thirty.”

“You’ve had three hours of sleep. Not like you to miss your beauty sleep.”

His eyes narrowed just a bit. Uncomfortable subject. I should probably just leave it alone.

So of course, I didn’t.

“Come on, now, Ter. Got a new guy working your night shift?”

He stopped at a light and watched the pedestrians without umbrellas take their time crossing the street.

“I’ve been . . . keeping busy. Looking into things.”

“Do these things have names? Social Security numbers?”

He shook his head.

Huh. I don’t know why, but I’d never thought of Terric as the kind of guy to keep secrets. He was too by-the-book, too goody-goody.

“Look at you,” I said. “All mysterious and secretfying. Please tell me it’s both a deep and shamefully dark secret you’re hiding.”

“I’m not hiding anything. Nothing you need to know.”

“Those are not quite the same thing, are they?”

I glanced away and caught the blur of light from the corner of my eye. Light that surrounded him. Huh. Maybe it wasn’t a new boyfriend on his mind.

Maybe it was magic.

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