Fury From Hell by Rochelle Campbell Page A

you do drugs?”
    “Absolutely not!  How could I be on the force if I did anything like that?!”
    “Well then, being an atheist is not a deal-breaker for me.”
    “Well pedophiles are deal-breakers for me !”
    “You and I both know that was for shits-n-giggles at your expense, of course.”
    “Yeah, whatever.  I’m heading out soon and…”
    “Did you get my text?”
    The Fury nudged Jennifer again.
    “Text?  What text?  When?”
    “A little while ago.”
    Jennifer could hear the smile in his voice.  It made her curious.  Pulling the phone from her ear, she swiped through to her texts, opened his and ignored the others.  It was an Instagram picture of a gorgeous bouquet of bougainvillea and white dendrobium orchids.
    “Chad, they’re beautiful!”
    “Wow, so even the tough Lady Cop likes flowers?  Good to know.  I won’t hold you up.  Just wanted to know if you received my text so have a great Friday evening and a productive week next week, okay?  And just so you know, I am very much looking forward to next Friday.”
    He clicked off before she could say another word.
    She stared at the phone with a half smile teasing the corners of her mouth.
    Oh, this has gotten very interesting…
    Fury Abatu wanted the Jennifer host free of the sweet chili sauce that was Chad this evening because it wanted to feed and feed well.  Being bound to a host weakened the demon rapidly.  Consuming human blood kept Abatu strong while it was on the earth plane.  A large man of good height and girth would hold the Fury for a few days, maybe even a week.  But, Abatu had to steer clear of men the host knew as it would cause too many questions.  The skinny would-be assailant from this morning did not satiate Abatu’s blood-thirst.  He was simply a meager appetizer.
    Chad was bigger and would hold Abatu over for a few days but, the demon liked the tête-à-tête the Chad male seemed to be putting on offer.  Plus, he was too close.  The Jennifer host’s friends would definitely recall this male if he turned up dead.  Reluctantly, Abatu let the thought go that the Chad male could be the evening’s meal and retreated into the background of Jennifer’s mind once again.
    Putting the phone back in her bag, Jennifer strolled into her bedroom and head for the modest walk-in closet.  She knew she needed a wardrobe update but there never really had been a need to before now.
    The Fury peeked through the host’s eyes and looked as well.  Nothing was suitable for its purposes.  The demon needed blouses that showed cleavage, skirts that showed the host’s legs, and shoes that would titillate men.  This host’s undergarments were also lackluster; everything was practical and meant for work situations.  The Fury growled in frustration.
    Jennifer sighed as she realized she did, indeed, need new clothes.  Cursing her shopping phobia, Jennifer wondered if she could pay Babs to be her personal shopper.  This way, she’d never have to see the inside of a store.  Jennifer shook it off the pleasant thought and grabbed some gabardine palazzo pants in midnight blue and a sparkly ages-old top that she bought for a Christmas party she never attended.
    Abatu put an image of bangles, earrings and some make-up in the host’s mind.
    Jennifer pulled off her pink outfit and slipped into the soft floating pants and the shiny green, gold and red top and felt pretty.  She rushed to her dusty jewelry case and pulled out the only two gold bangles she owned and the simple small gold hoops for her pierced ears.  These pieces were decades old and had been a gift from her mother.  Jennifer stopped wearing them around the same time Hyacinth Holden stopped being a mother.
    A memory threatened to come to the fore of Jennifer’s mind but the demon arrested its forward movement and held the memory captive.  It wanted the host to have a good night without any psychological mental debris cluttering up her mind.  Tonight was supposed to be all