Heaven Sent - a Quincy Harker Novella (Quincy Harker Demon Hunter Book 5) by Hartness John G

Author:Hartness, John G. [Hartness, John G.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Falstaff Books
Published: 2016-07-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“Who the hell is Terese Dover?” Dennis asked, looking up from the slip of paper I handed him.

“A dead woman, and I need to know everything about her,” I said, sitting down in the armless chair beside Dennis’ desk. Dennis Bolton was an informant I hired from time to time, a college kid I’d pulled out of a bad scene on New Year’s Eve at the turn of the millennium when what he thought was a LARP turned into a dark magician’s plan for ritual sacrifice. Dennis survived, but he saw a few things that made him never want to watch a horror movie again. His GM-slash-necromancer didn’t survive to see the dawning of the year 2000, and after a few fire spells and an hour or two of nasty shotgun work, all the zombies were returned to their appropriate level of dead. Ever since that night, Dennis was my go-to guy for all things buried on the internet and the dark web. It’s good to keep a few nerds on call for the tough ones.

“What killed her?”

“In the medical sense, a cut throat. In the perpetrator sense, I don’t know yet. But I think there’s something ugly brewing, and this is almost certainly tied to it.”

“Makes sense, given the date,” Dennis said, typing and clicking away on his souped-up Powerbook.

“What’s the date?” I’ve never been the best in the world at keeping track of crap like dates. One of the many reasons I’ve never had a girlfriend of more than a few weeks. Chicks always want you to remember things like anniversaries, birthdays, and when you promised to meet them for expensive dinners. Or any dinners. Or at all. Monsters aren’t real considerate of personal plans, so I’ve missed a lot of second dates. That means I haven’t had a whole lot of third and fourth dates.

“Tomorrow is the Equinox, Harker. Isn’t that something you wizard-types keep track of? Like Easter, or Christmas?”

“Nah, that’s for the Wiccans. I don’t really do the whole prayer thing. Now Christmas, I can keep track of. I’m oblivious, not dead. Even I can’t miss all the crap in every store. But there aren’t a whole lot of Vernal Equinox displays in the front of Walmart, ya know?”

“Wizards shop at Walmart?”

“One, I don’t like being called a wizard. It sounds like a douche in a pointy hat and a robe, and I don’t do hats. And two, everybody shops at Walmart. You can’t really help it. Now what about Terese Dover?”

“She works, er…worked for AmeriBank. She was an investment banker, mostly working on financing construction projects. Office buildings, developments, that kind of thing.”

“Construction, huh? Doesn’t sound like the kind of thing that gets somebody killed. See if there’s anything in her personal life that’s out of the ordinary.”

“You mean like fetish club membership, donations to the Church of Satan, subscriptions to freaky S&M magazines?” Dennis had a little bit too much of a gleam in his eyes for my comfort.

“Yeah…sure, pal. All of that, too.

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