Free Immortal Memory (Book One) by Sylvia Frances

Let’s get this place
cleaned up. I hope that thing doesn’t come back for us. I wish Zach
was still alive. Maybe he’d know what to do in this
situation.”
    Zach reached out a gentle
hand to his dad and mom as they hugged, but then, he realized they
couldn’t see him. He was torn with his devotion to stay with his
parents and to
destroy the demon . Hurrying to put an end to his brother’s madness, the angel
raced out of the house. The drug dealer’s whereabouts must be
discovered before Azazel returned.
    Zach had to convince Simra to talk to
his parents, and Azazel should be destroyed once and for all. The
demon might come back soon to do something worse. His evil brother
could murder their mom and dad if something wasn’t done fast
enough. Azazel’s corpse needed to be found and burned.
Now!

Chapter 9
    "My God, my rock, in whom I
take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold
and my refuge, my savior; You save me from violence. I call upon
the Lord, who is worthy to be praised, and I am saved from my
enemies."- 2 Samuel 22:3-4
     
     
    Zach's emotions swarmed in a rampant
rage, and he went to seek the drug dealer. He came to an abrupt
halt upon finding the thug. Quint’s car screeched from where the
angel left the thug unconscious. The drug dealer drove his beaten
up car into the quarters. Azazel’s dented black Dodge Charger stood
in the front yard of Quint’s home.
    Zach raced around the area to see if
Azazel’s body was there. But his brother’s corpse could not be
detected. Zach tightened his fists when he realized an angel of God
might not be able to detect the rotten thing due to a spell. People
had countless drugs inside the house and must have bought them from
Quint. Handguns, drugs, and crack pipes were all over the
place.
    Some of the people’s eyes were so red
that they appeared to be filled with blood. Their bones almost
protruded from their skin like they hadn’t ate in weeks. The drug
addiction killed them slowly. Several stolen vehicles crowded
around the yard beside Azazel’s. Simra, Jeff, their friends, and
family should never come here. Zach would make certain to keep them
away unless Jeff brought plenty back up from other cops.
    In the distance, the angel glimpsed at
a lone man sitting in a nicer car than the rest. The vehicle stayed
parked on the side of the street. Zach tensed after seeing the cop.
Detective Jeff Theron.
    Snapping pictures with a camera, the
detective studied the large number of gangsters coming outside the
house. The gang piled into Azazel’s old car. The angel hurried
toward Simra’s friend in attempt to make him leave this dangerous
place. Zach noticed Quint’s friends hiding guns in their pockets.
They would shoot the cop if they knew he came alone.
    Jeff cranked the disguised cop car, but
it didn’t get far with a flat tire. This was no place for a flat.
Much too dangerous with gangsters like Quint. The drug dealer
almost murdered Simra and had been involved with Azazel. Not all
dope dealers were killers, but the demon’s friends were
dangerous.
    Zach froze when the gangsters stopped
beside Jeff’s car. Quint rolled down his window and confronted the
detective. “You tha' police?”
    The angel aired up the tire with a
narrow trail of strong wind seeping into the hole. The dope dealers
continued interrogating Jeff. There were other plans for Azazel’s
car if the detective distracted them long enough. Jeff must be kept
safe for Simra. Zach could never let her down and abuse the trust
she started having in him.
    Jeff’s bold gaze remained set on them
without any fear in his eyes. “If I was, don’t you think I would’ve
brought back up? I’m interested in buying some hardcore drugs. A
good amount of them. You know a guy named Quint? I heard from a
fellow drug buddy of mine that he sells good drugs.”
    Quint turned his head back in the car,
mumbled something to the others, and looked back at Jeff. “Who ya
friend?”
    “Well, I