Sins of the Demon

eath, trying to settle the churning of my gut. “He needs me alive. And as long as I’m wearing the cuff, he can’t use me to activate the gate. That’s our big advantage. I’ll go in, get him to release Roman, and then fuck up his world.”

 

“I hate this plan,” he muttered.

 

I forced a grin. “I would expect no less.” I glanced at my watch. “Okay, we’re not going to get any readier. Let’s get this shit over with.”

 

Garden Street was anything but garden-y. It was probably intended to be a high-tech industrial park, but whoever had built it failed to consider the fact that Beaulac’s industry tended more to tourism and general suburbia. Sprawling warehouses had been built, but the expected flock of high-tech industry failed to materialize. Now it housed run-of-the-mill businesses such as a carpet store and a plumbing supply place. Although most of the warehouses actually had tenants, I had a feeling the owners found it necessary to drop the rent far below what they’d initially expected to get.

 

The warehouse I was going to was not one of the occupied ones. It looked like it had been at one time—there was a faded patch on the front fa?ade that looked as if a sign had once been there. But when we drove by to see if we could make any sort of security assessment, we couldn’t see any lights beyond the glass doors in front. And there were no cars parked anywhere nearby.

 

Ryan stopped the car a few hundred yards away from my destination. I half-expected him to come up with another argument against me walking in there, but thankfully he simply gave me an encouraging smile and silently handed me the mike and earpiece.

 

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