I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. “I wasn’t on my own.”
I meant it. For twenty-one years, Skulick had been my protector and teacher, both father and friend.
I was the man I am today because of him.
His injury had changed our partnership, but we were still a team. And we had a new enemy now. Morgal.
“Don’t keep beating yourself up. Next time we face the demon, we’ll kill him. The bastard isn’t getting away again.”
Skulick patted my hand. “Your parents would be proud of you, Mike. And so am I. You make us proud every day.”
There was a lump in my throat as I put the bottle of Johnny Walker down and nodded at the bank of screens. Time to change the subject before I got to emotional.
“Anything happening out there?”
Skulick cocked an eyebrow. “Ever hear of Club Link?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Do I look like I have time for clubbing?”
Skulick winked at me. “Two hours ago, a couple was found dead there. Authorities have shut down the place while they investigate.”
“Sounds like someone partied too hard.”
“There were eyewitness reports of a strange figure in the club, a pale woman dressed all in white. It got my attention.”
I was surprised to find myself up for another case after my run-in with Horne and Morgal. I guess needed something to get my mind off what happened. Fast.
“So who is the woman in white?” I said.
“Two months ago, a model overdosed at the club,” Skulick explained.
I soaked this in and said, “You’re saying the ghost of a dead model haunts this club?”
“Only one way to know for sure.”
“The fun never stops around here.”
“We don’t call it the cursed city for nothing,” Skulick said.
I cracked a smile. It was a little shaky around the edges, but it felt good to know I could smile at all after what had happened.
Morgal would pay for his crimes. In the meantime, our war against the supernatural went on. Monsters dwelled in the shadows of this city. It was up to Skulick and me to shine a light on the darkness.
I’m Mike Raven, demon hunter and agent of light in the never-ending against evil. Just like my father before me. If you ever find yourself in trouble of the supernatural variety, give R & S Investigations a call.
THE END