Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

106 :: JOHN R. MABRY
The driver looked from side to side nervously. Dane
noticed he was sweating. “I don’t know about this, Mr.
Dane. I can’t do this again. I’ve had nightmares ever
since....” He trailed off, and made a vague whimpering
sound.
Dane closed his eyes and fought to maintain his temper.
He checked to make sure all the windows were closed, then
spoke in as even a voice as possible. “Is the car in ‘park,’
Pell?”
“Y-yes, sir. Yes, it is.”
“Good.” Dane leveled the revolver at the back of the seat
and pulled the trigger. He was amazed at how loud it was.
He put one finger into his ear and wiggled it back and forth.
Shit, he thought, that really hurt.
He looked through the window to see Pell slumped over
and unmoving. “I hate having to do things myself,” Dane
said out loud to himself.
It occurred to him that there were demons that could drive
as well as humans, and they would have no qualms about his
activities. Even if they did, they would have no choice in the
matter. And he had to employ a new driver, anyway. Well,
then, a demon it was. He also realized that he could probably
get them to do some of Sweeney’s surveillance work as
well, and for free at that. He pursed his lips and gave a satisfied
nod. Then he opened the door of the car and walked
into the park, calling for his imaginary dog.
:: 22 ::
Mikael was beginning to think it was not such a bad
assignment. He rolled into the lower Haight at a leisurely