Sins of the Demon

Eilahn hiked herself up to sit on the hood of my car, crossing her legs tailor-style beneath her. “Tell me your thoughts.”

 

 

A low breeze ruffled the grasses by the edge of the road, bringing with it a moist scent of algae and mud. “I’m aware of these last three victims, mostly because I was on call. But what if there’ve been others?”

 

“But would not those have been mentioned by whoever is seeking to frame you?”

 

Pursing my lips, I considered that for a moment. “I guess so. If they were connected to me.” Then I sighed, rubbed my eyes. “I dunno. I’m stuck. Let’s go see my aunt. Maybe she has some ideas.”

 

The demon hopped nimbly off the car. “And I think you should contact the others and have them meet you there. At this point you need as much input as possible, as well as people around you in whom you trust.”

 

My spirits lifted slightly at this reminder that I did have people around who I could trust—which was most likely Eilahn’s intent.

 

“Sounds good. Let’s rock.”

 

She paused with her hand on the passenger door, gave me a quizzical smile. “You are teasing me?”

 

“A little,” I said.

 

She chuckled. “Now we unleash mayhem.”

 

*

 

I wasn’t terribly surprised to see two Crown Vics and a Beaulac PD Crime Scene van parked in front of my aunt’s house. I made the appropriate greetings and expressio

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