Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

216 :: JOHN R. MABRY
“Just asking.” Richard puckered his lips and thought.
“Besides, why should I tell you anything?”
Richard thought about that, too. Finally, he spoke solemnly.
“Because we can help you. We’re no friends of the
younger Mr. Dane. If we can find a way to stop him, whatever
it is he’s up to, we will. And when we do, we’ll liberate
you from your prison. You have my word.”
“And is your word good, priest?”
“Better than most.”
The demon stared at him in silence, clearly weighing the
options. Finally, he spoke. “I don’t know where your friar is,
but I do know that there is a set of catacombs beneath this
house. The younger Mr. Dane goes there often. That is all I
know.”
Richard felt a stab of hope. “And how do we reach these
catacombs?” he said, whipping out his cell phone and speed
dialing Terry.
:: 44 ::
“Stay here,” Richard said to Duunel. The demon scowled
at him as he ran from the room.
In the hall, he turned left and, following Duunel’s instructions,
made for the hidden entrance to the catacombs.
Cursing himself for being so out of shape, Richard was panting
heavily by the time he spotted Dylan and Terry. They had
pried the door open, and Richard noted, done a great deal of
damage to the wall in the process. So much for a subtle operation,
he thought, but then dismissed it. If Mikael were here,
if there were any way to retrieve him, he would rip this mansion
down with his bare and bloody hands.
Panting heavily he nodded at his companions, and Dylan