Free Demontouched: The Demontouched Saga (Book 1) by Douglas Wayne Page B

his boss. Of course, there is that chance that Duncan was just full of shit.
    I pull up to the old Holiday Inn and park the Caddie. I grab my gear and Duncan’s head and step out of the car. Out front I notice Adam out front smoking a cigarette.
    “Dude, you actually cut off his head?” His eyes go wide and his jaw drops slightly.
    “Just like Nal ordered.” I lift the bag up slightly. “Wanna see?”
    “Dude, no. I’ll pass.” It was funny to see Adam like this. I’ve personally seen him do things to people that would give your average person nightmares for years. I know what I need to get him this Halloween.
    I laugh and walk in the door. I look over at Rick and Joe sitting at the bar. I walk over and take a seat on one of the stools. “Got any Jack back there.”
    Joe nods and pours me a glass. “Ice?”
    “Straight up is fine.” I grab the glass and down it. “Nal in?”
    “He’s in his office.” He raises the bottle. “One for the road?”
    I nod and grab the drink. “Time to give him his package.” I walk to the stairs.
    “Hey Mitch,” Joe says.
    I turn around.
    “Easy on the new guys this time.” The two break out into a fit of laughter.
    “No promises.”
    I’m starting to doubt the things Duncan said last night. If Nal was really working for him, you would think his guys would be clued in that it was a problem if I made it back. Of course, the guys down below know they don’t stand much of a chance if I can get Eunie to cooperate.
    It still doesn’t make me feel good about this whole thing.
    I walk out of the stairwell and look down the hall. The new guys are sitting on a bench just outside Nal’s office. They stand up when I enter the hall.
    “Nal in there?” I ask.
    “The boss is in a meeting. They’ve been in there a while now. You can wait for him, if you like.”
    I nod and sit down on the bench. “I’m sorry about the other day. Wasn’t personal.”
    “That was some freaky shit, man.” He holds out his hand. “Jason.”
    “Mitch.”
    “Aaron.” The other guy shakes my hand.
    “So, how did you do that?”
    “Trade secret.”
    The door to Nal’s office opens. A beautiful blond girl walks out of the room wearing a gray skirt suit. She looks down towards the head, but turns left towards the hallway. I don’t know why she was here talking to Nal, but I could get used to seeing her around.
    Nal pokes his head out of the door. “Mitch, come in.”
    I walk in and set the head on the table and untie the shirt. “One head, sealed and delivered”
    “Holy shit, Mitch. You didn’t really have to bring the head.” I turn it over to show him Duncan’s face. “Why are his eyes like that?”
    “Demon. You had some serious shit knocking on your door.”
    His eyes widen. “How the hell did you take down a demon?”
    “I have my ways.”
    “So, he took over everything up north, from what I hear.”
    “Yep. I finally ran into him at the warehouse.”
    “Drug ops still in decent shape?”
    “I’d say no. The only thing I saw were hundreds of people in cages. I didn’t look around though.” It never crossed my mind to walk back in and check. With the fire at the front of the building and Sara being taken out the back of the building, I had other problems to attend to.
    “Recognize anyone?”
    “Didn’t take the time to look.” I don’t tell him about freeing them, I want to see if he steps into anything on his own.
    “Well, it’s a shame.” He reaches down into his desk. “I suppose you want this.” He hands me a small black notebook.
    “You always find the good stuff.” I thumb through it before packing it in my backpack.
    “Do you really think you can control your problem with that?”
    “No, but it would be stupid not to try.” I had to do something. Facing demons is one thing, but I don’t want to have the angels knocking on my door any more than necessary. I stand up, walk toward the door, and turn around. “Who do you work for?”
    Nal sits back