Hot Demon in the City (Latter Day Demons Book 1) by Connie Suttle Page B
Authors: Connie Suttle
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we were inside Kory's Jeep and driving toward the house.
"Nothing yet, although Watson hasn't checked in," Kory said. "I'm hoping he'll have something. Mason should be awake when we get back, but as he's been asleep all day, unless he's gotten a recent message on his phone, he has nothing, either."
"I worry about Farin and Rick," I said.
"They were only trying to find Mike, trust me," Kory observed. "Farin and Rick were just bystanders who got caught up in the frenzy."
I watched Kory's face as he drove—there was something else he wasn't telling me. Leaning back in my seat, I closed my eyes. He'd either tell me or he wouldn't; I was too tired to pursue it.
* * *
Kordevik
I considered telling Lexsi about the price Granger had on my head, then thought better of it. She was concerned enough as it was, and my story would only make things worse.
On the plus side, Granger only knew first-hand what I looked like in my humanoid form. He had to rely on witness accounts of my smaller Thifilathi. It made me wonder how much Granger had offered for information.
Worse yet, what he was offering for my death.
I'd never had a price on my head before. It wasn't a pleasant experience. High Demons could hold their own in most fights, unless the fight became overwhelming in his opponent's favor.
If Claudia were in bed with San Francisco's controlling vampire, figuratively and (in all probability) literally, then she could also be out for my blood.
No, I didn't regret saving Mike and what little was left of Vann—but that situation should have been handled differently. Something had set the supernaturals off in the city, and I wondered what it was.
If they'd employed common sense, they'd realize they were in danger of outing themselves to the human population. The last I'd heard, neither the Vampire Council nor the Werewolf Grand Master wanted that.
"Park in the garage," Lexsi said, interrupting my thoughts. I realized we'd reached her house while too many things occupied my mind.
"Remote?" I asked.
Lifting a small fob on her key ring, she pressed the button to lift the door. The TinyCar barely took up any space. I maneuvered my Jeep in beside it and shut off the engine.
"I need more wine," she announced and opened the passenger-side door.
* * *
Lexsi
Day two in Hannah hell went much like the first, until it was time for me to leave. Hell became worse in a hurry. "I want you to be at the party, just to make sure the caterers are doing their jobs," Hannah swept up to my desk after a meeting with the station's General Manager. "Dress appropriately. If you don't have one of those server jackets, I'm sure they can lend you one. They arrive two hours before the party, so you need to be there, too."
I was no stranger to a cook's or server's jacket, but her intention was to embarrass and humiliate me in front of everyone else.
"Yes, ma'am," I gave her a bright, completely false smile. If she thought I'd fail miserably at managing a catering gig, then she should think again. If I'd been my mother, I'd have stared her down.
I wasn't my mother, sadly enough.
I was determined to do a good job, however, no matter what the assignment.
"One more thing," Hannah turned back after walking a few steps away. "The Romes will be at the party. Make a good impression, little bitch."
* * *
"I got a copy from one of the assistant editors," I shoved the thumb drive into my laptop at home so I could show Anita what I'd found. "See—that's Donna Raven's back. I recognized her jacket from images I found on her neighbor's security system."
"Do you have those, too?" She asked.
"I do." I'd already saved those, so I pulled up Gerta Britt's security recording and placed a frozen image of Donna Raven standing in her driveway next to the photograph from the Romes' anniversary party. Vann and the Romes were so close to Donna Raven's back in the photograph that they could have touched her.
"That's the same jacket, all right," Anita narrowed her eyes and
"Nothing yet, although Watson hasn't checked in," Kory said. "I'm hoping he'll have something. Mason should be awake when we get back, but as he's been asleep all day, unless he's gotten a recent message on his phone, he has nothing, either."
"I worry about Farin and Rick," I said.
"They were only trying to find Mike, trust me," Kory observed. "Farin and Rick were just bystanders who got caught up in the frenzy."
I watched Kory's face as he drove—there was something else he wasn't telling me. Leaning back in my seat, I closed my eyes. He'd either tell me or he wouldn't; I was too tired to pursue it.
* * *
Kordevik
I considered telling Lexsi about the price Granger had on my head, then thought better of it. She was concerned enough as it was, and my story would only make things worse.
On the plus side, Granger only knew first-hand what I looked like in my humanoid form. He had to rely on witness accounts of my smaller Thifilathi. It made me wonder how much Granger had offered for information.
Worse yet, what he was offering for my death.
I'd never had a price on my head before. It wasn't a pleasant experience. High Demons could hold their own in most fights, unless the fight became overwhelming in his opponent's favor.
If Claudia were in bed with San Francisco's controlling vampire, figuratively and (in all probability) literally, then she could also be out for my blood.
No, I didn't regret saving Mike and what little was left of Vann—but that situation should have been handled differently. Something had set the supernaturals off in the city, and I wondered what it was.
If they'd employed common sense, they'd realize they were in danger of outing themselves to the human population. The last I'd heard, neither the Vampire Council nor the Werewolf Grand Master wanted that.
"Park in the garage," Lexsi said, interrupting my thoughts. I realized we'd reached her house while too many things occupied my mind.
"Remote?" I asked.
Lifting a small fob on her key ring, she pressed the button to lift the door. The TinyCar barely took up any space. I maneuvered my Jeep in beside it and shut off the engine.
"I need more wine," she announced and opened the passenger-side door.
* * *
Lexsi
Day two in Hannah hell went much like the first, until it was time for me to leave. Hell became worse in a hurry. "I want you to be at the party, just to make sure the caterers are doing their jobs," Hannah swept up to my desk after a meeting with the station's General Manager. "Dress appropriately. If you don't have one of those server jackets, I'm sure they can lend you one. They arrive two hours before the party, so you need to be there, too."
I was no stranger to a cook's or server's jacket, but her intention was to embarrass and humiliate me in front of everyone else.
"Yes, ma'am," I gave her a bright, completely false smile. If she thought I'd fail miserably at managing a catering gig, then she should think again. If I'd been my mother, I'd have stared her down.
I wasn't my mother, sadly enough.
I was determined to do a good job, however, no matter what the assignment.
"One more thing," Hannah turned back after walking a few steps away. "The Romes will be at the party. Make a good impression, little bitch."
* * *
"I got a copy from one of the assistant editors," I shoved the thumb drive into my laptop at home so I could show Anita what I'd found. "See—that's Donna Raven's back. I recognized her jacket from images I found on her neighbor's security system."
"Do you have those, too?" She asked.
"I do." I'd already saved those, so I pulled up Gerta Britt's security recording and placed a frozen image of Donna Raven standing in her driveway next to the photograph from the Romes' anniversary party. Vann and the Romes were so close to Donna Raven's back in the photograph that they could have touched her.
"That's the same jacket, all right," Anita narrowed her eyes and
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