Jace had never seen a woman who didnt give David the look as soon as she met him, taking in that dark hair shaved close to his head, near-black irises, golden skin and chiseled features, scanning up and down his tall, massively built body, lingering on his massive shoulders and irresistible grin. But the entire time Jace had known him, David had had only two things on his mind: toasting demons and banishing their sorry asses back into hell, and Allsún, a girl he would never have again.
Jace and David exchanged smirks. David may have kept Jace in check and coming to meetings, but he wasnt beyond goofing off a bit to grate on Damons nerves. Damon always responded as if they were undermining the entire division, making it almost impossible to resist fulfilling his paranoid expectations at least occasionally.
A grim look crossed Damons face. What have you two been doing in your spare time?
Jace fought not to roll his eyes at the predictable question. Damon was always suspecting him and David of conspiring over something. Getting more action than you, thats for sure, he said. As a matter of fact, he could think of a very naked, gorgeous woman he would like to get some action with at that very moment. He shook his head. Now was definitely not the time. Of course, none of us is getting as much as Shane over there. Aint that right, kid? He winked.
I dont know what youre talking about. And if you mean sexual intercourse, then no. Shane fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt. Though he was dressed to a nerdy tee, as usual, behind his gold-rimmed glasses and shy attitude there was a fighter in there, and Jace knew that if Shane would just ditch the specs and let loose, his problems with women would be cured.
Come on, Shane. One of these days youll need to get familiar with the ladies. David lightly punched Shanes arm.
Damon frowned. If all of you would stop goofing around, weve got a bunch of mutilated dead girls to talk about.
Like he would ever forget that vicious mess hed encountered in the alley, Jace thought, and pulled hard on his cigarette. Mutilated dead girlsway to spoil the mood.
Damons eyes narrowed into thin slits, his permanent grimace still in place. Mouths shut and weapons in the bin. You know the drill. McCannon, you first.
Damon grabbed a plastic bin from the floor, placed it on the table and pushed it forward. All weapons went into the bin before anyone was allowed to enter the HQ room. Standard protocol given the scanners they had to pass through in order to enter.
Jace pulled out his gun and unsheathed his dagger. He slapped both on the table and pushed them toward Damon.
Damon shot him a glare. All of it.
Jace frowned. He reached toward his ankles, feet still on the table, and removed two more daggers. There.
David, your turn, Damon said.
David stuck his hand down his shirt and pulled out a large Star of David necklace. He set it on the table before he emptied the contents of his pockets: multiple vials of holy water, a small collection of gold religious relics, several knives and finally a bag of salt. Rochesters premiere demon exorcist, David Aronowitz, was more likely to be found wandering heavily armed through the citys underground scene than wearing a yarmulke and keeping kosher. Unknown to the tiny ninety-five-year-old grandmother he adored, David regularly filleted demons Rambo style for a living.
David leaned his elbows on the table. Thats all I got, D. He shot Shane a glance. You next, buddy.
David leaned his elbows on the table. Thats all I got, D. He shot Shane a glance. You next, buddy.
Shane pulled his basic nine-millimeter handgun from its holster on the side of his dress pants and carefully placed it on the table. He grinned for a moment, like he was finished, before he put his hand up. Oh, sorry, I forgotjust one second. Twisting in his chair, he unsnapped the flap of the messenger bag hanging from the back of his chair. With a loud boom, he dropped a massive book on the table.
Jace chuckled, and David belly-laughed right along with him.
David rested his head in his hand as he continued to laugh. Shane, how many times do we have to tell you that a book is not a weapon? The scanner wont even pick it up.
I beg to differ. Its actually a very powerful tool. This book contains mounds of information about the rituals of pagan religion. It comes in quite handy when...
He continued rambling while Jace stubbed out his cigarette. Dr. Shane Gray specialized in all things occult and studied the nastier ends of human society. But while his multiple Ph.D.s proved he had a lot of brains, hed acquired jack shit in terms of street smarts.
If you look at this page here, it shows you the diagram of the
Jace plucked his flask from his pocket and unscrewed the cap. Come on already. If the kid thinks the damn book is a weapon, let him check it. Hes gotta have something other than a gun. It proves hes got brains. Thats one hell of a weapon in my opinion. He took a swig of the whiskey and felt the burn slip down his throat. With the way the evening was going, he would need a lot more alcohol to drown out the nightmares. Damn things had plagued him nearly every night since his dad left, and on the nights when his inner beast surfaced, it was nearly impossible to find any peace. That, combined with his thoughts continuing to wander to the divine woman in the backseat of his car, who happened to be a werewolf...well, best to start drowning the beast now if he had any hope of sleeping tonight.
Damon banged his fist on the table. Would you all quit chatting like schoolgirls and get a move on?
Jace dropped his boots off the table. Whyre you in such a hurry?
Efficiency, Damon said. He slapped a stake, a crucifix, two daggers and a handgun on the table, before he unsheathed a short but sharp steel-bladed sword from a holster on his spine.
Jace raised a brow. Overkill much?
Damon shot Jace a look of annoyance. He quickly placed all the weapons into the bin, taking special care with the sword, the knives and the glass vials. Everyone stood from the table and walked, with Damon leading the way, to the far side of the room, where David moved aside several large wooden crates, revealing a small switch in the wall.
When Damon flipped the switch, a small section of the metal-panel wall slid open. A small keyboard popped out, and Damon punched in the code. There was a swish as a compartment opened, and then Damon lowered the bin inside. Once the weapons were secured, the hidden entrance on the warehouse wall folded open. Damon stepped inside, then stood stock-still as the laser scanner ran over his body.
Cleared, an artificial voice said.
Damon moved past the portal, and the other men took turns following him through the scanner. When they finished, all four of them descended the basement staircase into the control room at the heart of their operation. Multicolors flashed across the array of screens connected to the computer database. The Execution Underground bosses never skimped on their tech budget.
Damons expression was all business as he took his regular seat. We need to focus our efforts on the case of these mutilated women.
Damons voice droned on, and Jace fought to pay attention. What if she got loose? He would be screwed. She would tell the local packmaster that he had moved into the area, and then all the damn monsters would be on the lookout for him.
Jace, get your head out of your ass and focus, Damon barked. This concerns you more than anyone.
Jace looked up and frowned, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. Someone needed to teach Damon a lesson in manners.
After several long seconds of glaring, Damon turned back to the group. As I was saying, the deaths started nearly three weeks ago, and thats just here. It couldve been going on in other cities around the state or even the country for months, even years. The frequency is escalating, which means weve got to end this, and soon. Not only for the sake of the victims, but to save our own asses, as well. We cant have HQ breathing down our necks and finding out how infested this city is with supernatural scum. Four young women, mutilated and dead, means
Jace sighed. Five.
Damon closed his mouth and the room fell completely still. Jace stood and leaned against the nearest wall.
Right after David called me about the meeting, I found her in an alley. Same M.O.ripped to shreds and then raped while she bled out.
Damons hands clenched into fists. Youve had three weeks. Three weeks to find this son of a bitch, and yet innocent girls are still being murdered on your watch.
The anger Jace directed toward himself and his rage at the killer combined with his current frustration and bubbled beneath his skin. Had the Mateba been clipped at his side, a bullet would already have zoomed straight through Damons smug face.
David and Shane glanced away from the argument in progress, uncomfortable with the skyrocketing level of anger on display. They busied themselves pretending to multi-task. Shane started scribbling notes on his paperwork, and David fiddled with the items surrounding his computer as if counting paperclips was an extremely important task.
Jace pointed straight at Damon. You cant pin this on me. You arent out there every night trying to track this monster down. Im the only one working this damn assignment.
Because its your area of expertise, Damon said.
Jace pushed away from the wall and straightened to his full height. Just because the guys a werewolf, that doesnt make it solely my problem.
What if he isnt a werewolf? Shane interjected.
Jaces head whipped in his direction. What the fuck are you talking about?
Shane ignored his pissed-off tone and continued. Sometimes the kid had more guts than Jace gave him credit for.
I mean, have we really considered the possibility that this could be something else? Maybe thats why youve had such difficulty catching him?
Shane has a point, David said. Have we really thought about it? We need to keep our minds open. For all we know, it could be some bastard who likes to pretend hes the new and improved Ted Bundy. He could be human.
Jace slammed his fist against the wall. I know this is a werewolf, all right?
Shane piped in again. But how can you be certain if
Ive never been so certain in my damn life. The way this shithead rips open his victims isnt possible with human hands or human weaponsor human teeth. So unless hes siccing a pack of rabid dogs on these girls after he rapes them, then there is no damn way this is anything other than a werewolf attack. Everybody got that?