Sins of the Demon

She chuckled. “In other words, business as usual for you.”

 

 

I fell into step with her as we made our way back up the trail. “Life would be easier if I was nuts, I think,” I said.

 

“Oh, just do what everyone else does—heavy drugs!”

 

I began to laugh, then stopped dead. Barry Landrieu. Now I remembered where I knew him from.

 

Jill turned back to me with a frown. “You okay?”

 

I gave a slow nod. “Yeah. Sorry. I, um, just realized why the victim’s name seemed familiar.”

 

She gave me a questioning look, but I hesitated. Had I ever told Jill about some of the more unpleasant parts of my past? Screw it, I decided. If she can tolerate the whole demon summoning thing, she’s not going to run screaming because of this.

 

“After my dad was killed and my aunt became my guardian, I did a lot of acting out,” I told her.

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