Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

124 :: JOHN R. MABRY
“So you think it’s a publicity stunt...” she said it as a statement,
not a question, and mulled it over, nodding. “You
must be right. It’s just the sort of thing those assholes would
do.”
“Yeah, and it’s not hard to see where they got the idea,
either,” Mikael said. “Just look at their acronym, ‘National
Avocado Board’—eh? Eh?”
“NAB,” she breathed.
“Nab those motherfucking avocados,” Mikael said with
certainty. “I’m just shocked they didn’t try something like
this years ago.”
“You are so right....”
She put his order in a bag and slid it in front of him. A
moment later she handed him a large cup of coffee. “How
much?” he asked.
“My treat,” she said. “I think you just solved the mystery
of the century.” She flipped open her cell phone and began
text messaging.
“Thanks!” Mikael said and gave her a wave that went
completely ignored. When he got to the door he found the
charcoal still white and spitting, but the gall gone. He placed
some more of the slimy innards in the shell and as soon as
the smoke began to emerge, he made for the car.
On the way, he glanced at the house. Nothing. He didn’t
actually expect to see any activity. He looked at his watch
and realized he was five minutes late checking in with Susan.
He set the shell on top of the car’s roof along with his lunch
and felt in his pockets for his keys. And that was when he
noted, to his horror, that they were still inside the car.
Panic swept over him and he felt a wave of vertigo. He
clutched at the roof of the car to steady himself, and looked
around. No sign of baddies, but then, unless you were Terry,
there never were. Demons, like most spiritual beings, were
usually invisible unless they chose to be otherwise. He