Free Angel of Chaos (Imp Book 6) by Debra Dunbar Page A

doctors’ notes, but I owed him far more than steak and lobster for this one.
    “Quite the list of homeowners’ association violations too. Lawn above prescribed height, unauthorized tree removal, fence the incorrect style for neighborhood aesthetics — oh my.”
    I nodded at New Guy, sending yet another silent thanks to Wyatt.
    “Yes. That plays into the impact analysis. The neighbors were quite relieved at his passing and are happy with the new townhouse owner.” I’d come to realize that with angels, the more obscure, detailed shit you gave them, the better. Of course, I’d made up the whole impact analysis, but hopefully, with Wyatt’s three–hundred pages of computer printouts, no one would notice.
    “I vote we accept the report, in spite of the tardiness of its presentation, and conclude that this human’s death was not due to the purely coincidental presence of the Iblis.” Raphael gave me a quick wink as he finished. Hmmm. Little brother was a bit of a flirt. Nice to know the angels weren’t all such prudes.
    “All in favor?”
    Even Gabriel raised his hand. I was shocked speechless. Wyatt needed to do my homework more often.
    “And now onto Tyrone Cochran.” Gabriel motioned, and everyone shuffled papers around to the appropriate stack. I also paged through them, wondering what Wyatt had found out about the drug dealer who’d attacked me in a back alley.
    There were some murmurs of conversation amid the flurry of mind–speech. I couldn’t follow any of it. Finally they all looked up at me. I held my breath.
    “What is this FICO number? It seems to be quite relevant to this particular report.”
    I stared blankly at Gabriel, my brain frantically trying to assemble an explanation that would make sense to a bunch of angels. “Umm, it’s used by a large number of human financial institutions to evaluate an individual’s credit worthiness and risk.”
    The angels stared blankly at me.
    “Does this have any relation to the Burrito Scale of Immense Magnitude?” Raphael shook his head, clearly befuddled by the concept of human monetary lending.
    “No. Humans work as a giant community. They borrow, and groups who have superior resources lend. Those who lend need to have a system to determine who is worthy. There is a company that has put together a mathematical analysis of a human’s status as a borrower. This FICO number represents that.”
    “Their worth?” A glimmer of recognition lit Gabriel’s eyes. “So this number is a symbol of their vibration level? Humans strive for a higher number, a more worthy state of being?”
    “Yeah.”
    Close enough. Besides, I had a bad feeling if I began discussing interest rates and foreclosures, at least one of these angels was going to start overturning the tables of the money changers and the benches of those who sold doves.
    Sleazy just about wet himself with excitement. “I had no idea the humans had advanced so far as to evaluate each other by vibration level.”
    New Guy tapped his paperwork. “Tyrone Cochran’s FICO number is 480. What vibration level does that equate to?”
    I had no fucking idea. “Bottom of the barrel. Think: cane toad.”
    Raphael’s eyebrows practically hit the roof. “Isn’t that the animal that tries to mate with their dead females and the corpses of other species?”
    “Yeah, although I have no proof that Tyrone Cochran was practicing necrophilia. I meant that simply as a comparison of vibration level.”
    The angels gave a collective shudder and paged further through the report.
    “And what does ‘judgment of default’ mean?” Raphael held a sheet of paper up, squinting at it.
    Again, I thought it best to keep the notion of money and lending out of the conversation. “He made a promise to someone and refused to uphold it.”
    New Guy looked aghast. “He broke a vow ? Even demons do not do such things.”
    This whole meeting was totally looking up. “Yep. Deplorable behavior. And as you can see, his impact