Hell Freezes Over - A Quincy Harker, Demon Hunter Novella by John G. Hartness

Author:John G. Hartness
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Falstaff Media
Published: 2016-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of anything quite like that, Quincy, but that also stands to reason, doesn’t it? I mean, if there was something forcing people to commit horrific murder-suicides, but it went to such amazing lengths to hide its supernatural origins, then we wouldn’t know it was supernatural at all. The only way we would discover these crimes is if, as happened to you, someone were to become haunted by a victim, or by sheer process of elimination.” Uncle Luke sat on my couch, a snifter of brandy in his hand, lecturing to the room. I’ve always thought that his talents were wasted on being one of the most famous monsters in history. If it weren’t for the whole sucking human blood to live thing, he’d be a hell of a college professor. He even looked the part, with leather patches on the elbows of his corduroy jacket, his dark hair curled just a touch longer than his collar, and his refined features that spoke of good breeding and blazing intellect.

“What do you mean, process of elimination?” I asked, sipping my third scotch. After the second one, the smell of blood started to ever so slowly fade from my nostrils, supplanted by the peaty oakness of a good Dalmore single malt. By the third, the sharp edges on my memories were starting to soften, and I could close my eyes without seeing every detail of the Minnie Mouse nightshirt Sandy Nettles died in, the pink fabric bunched up high on one leg, showing an expanse of toned thigh streaked with blood where she died fighting for her life and her children.

“Well, I suppose we’d have to go through every single homicide in the country and filter them out based on similar patterns in victimology, crime scene details, information about the perpetrators, and any other data points we can find,” Luke said. “If we could access that kind of information, we could, theoretically, see if anything like this has every happened before. But we would need basically all the world’s police departments to be networked, with the same type of cross-referencing and recording the same details. I’m afraid the task is so daunting as to be impossible.”

“Eight,” Renfield said from my desk across the room. Renfield took up residence at my computer almost as soon as we started talking about the murders and buried himself in the internet and the darknet. For a guy who knew about the deepest, darkest recesses of the web, he looked like a stockbroker. His light brown hair was a little disheveled, and there was an excited look behind his wire-rimmed glasses, but otherwise Renfield looked perfectly put-together in khakis, a v-neck sweater over a nice Oxford dress shirt, and loafers that I was pretty sure cost more than my car. This was a confluence of several things. First, Luke took very good care of his Renfields financially. Second, this Renfield had a bit of a shoe fetish, and lastly, I had a really shitty car.

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