Demonologist by Laimo Michael

Author:Laimo, Michael [Michael, Laimo,]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Horror
Publisher: Crossroad Press
Published: 2010-10-31T04:00:00+00:00

THIRTY

Slowly, Frederick Grover followed the black limo in and around the neighborhoods as it wound its way up into Hollywood Hills. Here, your net worth was estimated by the altitude in which your home sat—the size of the homes grew bigger as the air grew thinner. Grover stayed back, maintaining a low profile while keeping the limo in his view at all times; the rain had darkened the skies, creating a gray sheet between them, keeping his unlighted presence cloaked.

The roads curved. The distance between the homes expanded. Finally, the limo made a left turn and stopped before an iron-gated mansion. The driver, unseen from Grover’s position at fifty yards away, reached out and punched numbers into a code-entry box. The gates opened automatically, allowing the limo access. Upon the car’s entry and disappearance behind eight-foot hedges, the gate closed. Grover inched his car up to the corner, positioning himself between a gap in the hedges. He shut off the ignition. Watched in darkened silence as the limo rolled up a long curving driveway to the entrance of the house: eight-foot twin gothic doors bathed in misty crimson lights. Besides the driver, one person emerged. They were both dressed in black robes. Quickly, they skirted into the mansion.

Grover grabbed the radio handset in his car, cleared his throat, then called in his location and asked for details on the home’s residency.

Officer Renee Saunders took a few seconds, humming as she waited, then answered, “Got a name. James Thornton. No other info. No priors. What’s this about?”

“Checking a lead on the ritual murder.”

“Need backup?”

Grover looked at the house, thought about it, then answered, “Nah, I’ll be all right. Probably nothing.”

Instead he told Renee to send Officer Rose over to the rectory at St. Michael’s Church. “Let’s take a shot and see if the priest is there. If he is, have Rose question him more thoroughly.” When asked why, he replied, “I have my suspicions,” to which she replied, “Smart ass.”

He lit a cigarette, smoked it to the filter, then put on his hat and emerged from the car, keeping his eyes on the iron gates that seemed to mock him with their impassibility.

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