Free Night Call (Book 2): Demon Dei by L.J. Hayward

the steel bars between, to not take your focus off the gliding predators. You needed to know what they were doing, what their instincts made them do, in order to survive. Sharks very rarely came off second best in surprise encounters with humans. There was no way Amaya was going to afford this human the same respect she did the sharks.
    “You’re not the first demon I’ve summoned,” he said. “The first corporeal one, yes, but not the first by far. Some of those other spirits were very forthcoming with information and one in particular couldn’t say enough about Amaymon, the only demon to enter the human realm without the aid of a summoner. You’re famous in the demon realm. Or perhaps, infamous. I got the impression they’re none too happy with what you managed.”
    Amaya should have guessed. She hadn’t been well—‘loved’ was as far from the word she was looking for as it could get—respected before she left. For a demon, she’d been too thoughtful, too questioning. And if there was one thing a demon should not do it was question the order of things.  If you dared to have those thoughts, and if you dared to act on them, then there were punishments.
    If she wasn’t in a completely different realm from her family, then she might have been more concerned. Drawing a corporeal body across the boundaries between realms was very difficult. Sending one back to where it came from was equally difficult. This human wouldn’t be able to exorcise her, thus avoiding those demons who might want to mete out punishment for her fleeing would be relatively easy.
    Of course, with her true name known in the mortal realm now, the chances of being summoned and commanded increased a thousand fold. Which brought her back to her current situation.
    A fist on one hip, she asked, “Why am I here again? Is this anything to do with the last task you had for me? Because I did everything you asked me to.”
    “I know you did.” He stopped and stared at her from the shadows of his hood. It was deep enough she could make out little of his face. Just the shape of his nose and that he was clean shaven. Cloaked, his body was as much an enigma—average height, average size. “And I was very impressed, but now there are complications.”
    He lifted a hand from inside his robe and showed her the screen of a mobile phone. On it was a picture of a human male; tall, slender but well-muscled across the shoulders and through his chest. Dark blond hair worn a little too long in back and a narrow, stubbled face. He stood beside a black car, talking on a phone.
    “What’s his name?” she asked.
    “I don’t know.”
    “What do you know?”
    Her summoner withdrew the phone. He knew she’d committed the picture to memory.
    “He goes under the guise of the Night Caller. The supernatural population of Brisbane is scared of him. I don’t know why.”
    The Night Caller? As in the man Nick had contacted to exorcise her? The mysterious Matt Hawkins of Night Call? Well, well. This was getting interesting. But she didn’t want to let her summoner know she knew this guy. That was one secret she would keep to herself—unless he commanded it out of her, that was.
    “And what is he to you, my master?”
    “He’s a hindrance. I had suspected he would be brought in to help on the case, but had hoped I could stop it from happening.”
    “The case?”
    “The case of Geraldine Davis’ murder. Her family has brought him in to help them discover her murderer.”
    Amaya sighed in frustration. “I thought it was safely pinned on the husband.”
    “It seems he went to work that night. He has a fool proof alibi.”
    “Why bother with this other guy? Why not just take out the husband?”
    “That would be pointless. Chris Davis is only to be punished, not killed. This Night Caller though, is a different matter. He’s big news amongst the Old World creatures here. I’ve no doubt he’s been called in because they suspect supernatural means in