Whiskey Witches by F.J. Blooding (moboreader .TXT) 📖

eyebrows. “Not even a little foreplay first?”

“Why? We have your DNA at the crime scene.” It was still too early for DNA, but they had FBI on the case. She could bluff that lie. “Malika just confessed, pinning you as the mastermind in all this.”

Jones snorted, focusing his gaze in the far corner of the room. “She wouldn’t. I know you’re lying.”

“Why wouldn’t she? She’s facing multiple life sentences. Do you have any idea what hard time’s like for a female?”

“Do I care?”

“If you care for her at all, you should.”

“She was a means to an end. Just like Betsy. Just like Ashley. Just like Eddie.”

“Okay. So if we didn’t catch you, what? You were going to kill Malika, too?”

“This is a lot bigger than a few human lives, Whiskey. If you haven’t discovered that out yet, you disappoint me.”

“What side are you on?”

He sat up, tapping the table in front of him with his index finger. “You’ve got the demon inside of you now and soon, we’re going to unleash it and open the Gate to Heaven.”

Heaven. Shit.

He chuckled and sat back. “Didn’t see that one coming, did you? Yes. I’m working for the angels.”

“Using the demons.”

“They were the ones dumb enough to set up guards on the gate in the first place.”

“Why would the gate be located at the Metley Plantation?”

“You seriously don’t believe the gate can be pinned down to a single point of rock, do you? Something so immense, something so ethereal, something so far beyond your understanding?”

“Then why here?”

Jones took in a deep breath and released it slowly. “Because this is where Gabriel tied Lucius.”

“And that’s important because?”

He tipped his head to the side.

“Because?”

“We needed the soul of the final guardian. The key is in pieces, and this is the only way to mend it. When he tears himself out of your body, your soul will be sucked into the key, and there will be no more demon summoner.”

Souls sucked in the key. Souls already in the key. Did that even make sense? Sort of. Yes. Souls were like batteries, but how many souls would it take to power up a fragment of a key to open an ethereal gate?

“You can’t escape, even if you did know where the key was. You’d only be doing us a favor by going where we need you to be.”

“Fine. Then tell me where I need to go.”

With a sudden burst of speed, Jones shot to his feet, grabbing Paige’s arm.

Every muscle in her body primed for a fight. Even with his hands cuffed together, he could be deadly. She wasn’t stupid

He brought the underside of her arm into the light. “Do you feel it?”

She tried to break his grasp, but he held it with an iron grip.

He looked at her through his lashes, his expression dark. “Even if you escape, you’re open to possession. You’re weak. You’re a liability. Gradually, you’ll slip into insanity. No more demon summoner. No more demons.” His eyes trailed to her chest and the symbols hidden under her soft t-shirt. “You’ll beg me to kill you.”

“Like you did the others?”

Jones released her. “Your death will be different,” he said, sitting down.

“How?”

He said nothing, settling into a comfortable position in his chair. “You know, you’re pretty smart. I didn’t think anyone would have figured out what we were doing, but you did. Well, sort of.”

He was sick. A sick asshole. Her stomach twisted like she’d eaten too much grease. “What do you mean, sort of?”

“You guessed why we killed who we killed and in the order that we killed them.”

“That was easy.”

“He said you were smart.”

“Sven?”

“Gold star. But don’t you want to know how close you were to actually solving this thing.”

Paige rolled her jaw. “I already know. I have confessions from both of you. I also know who the mastermind is. You might think it’s you, but it’s not. It’s Sven Seven Tails. Trust me. He’s playing you like a fiddle. All I need to know is where the key is.”

“He’s the mastermind? A demon?” Jones threw back his head and laughed.

Something finally clicked into place. “You’re a Nephilim.”

Jones sat back and shook his head. “That would be a nice ribbon around the box, wouldn’t it? I’m half angel, half human?”

“Fits.”

“I’m a little short, don’t you think?”

“Could be a birth defect.”

“You might want to go get your last supper,” he said with a wrinkling of his nose. “By tonight, you’re going to be dead and the power of the gate will be mine.”

“You mean, yours and Malika’s.”

A cold smile lit his lips. “I mean mine.”

Paige stood up. “Where’s the key?”

“Not yet.” His eyes widened in surprise, his smile faltering. “He’s not there.”

“Who’s not where?”

“The demon.” Jones rose. “Where is he?”

Time to get out. She closed the door behind her.

“Where is he?” Jones shouted through the door.

White met her in the main room.

Paige shook out her fingers, her heart racing. “He confessed like you wanted.”

“I got everything.” Brian walked to his office, gesturing for her to follow. “Including the threat on your life.”

“He’s been threatening my life, Chief.” She had a hard time feeling any additional panic. He’d already handed her ass to her a couple of times.

“This was different.” Brian fished the phone out of his pocket. “I’m setting up a security detail. I’m not going to let him touch you.”

“How are they going to defend against demons? Or angels? Sven is a notoriously ugly demon. He’ll get me if that’s what he wants. And are we completely ignoring the fact he’s sending me love letters via dead bodies? I’m not under threat of death from him.”

“I don’t care, Paige. You’re in my parish under my protection and, by God, I’m going to protect you.”

“With sticks?”

“With bullets.”

“Against demons.”

“You don’t have any say in the matter.”

Paige put a lid on whatever else she was going to say. Stubborn men.

They had to figure out how to fix their biggest liability.

Her.