The Demon Trappers 01 - Forsaken by Jana Oliver

Author:Jana Oliver [Oliver, Jana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
Published: 2011-02-26T15:04:39.613000+00:00

TWENTY-TWO

It took Riley a while to decipher the peeling sign on the concrete building. “Ming and Sons Auto Repair.”

The sign boasted Ming could fix transmissions, radiators, and CV boots.

Not anymore. Now the building housed the most senior trapper in Atlanta, and the one with the shortest temper.

At least it’s close to the cemetery. Real close, like down Memorial Drive. Now that she went to school in Midtown, she’d have to drive through Atlanta to class, put in her three hours, then drive all the way down here to spend the night watching over her dad.

She yawned at the thought. Only five more nights. Despite her tummy being full of luscious hot chocolate and the toasty inner glow Simon had kindled, Riley hadn’t slept well. Too worried what today would bring.

Her cell phone began chirping. It was Peter.

At least he’s talking to me again.

“Hey, dude,” she said, making sure not to let the relief show in her voice.

“I cracked it!” he crowed.

It took her a moment to realize he was talking about the computer disk.

“So what was the password?”

“Eleven, nineteen, eighteen sixty-three.”

“Huh?”

“The date of the Gettysburg Address,” he replied proudly.

“Makes sense. Dad wrote his thesis about it.”

She heard a groan. “You couldn’t have told me that up front and saved me hours of hacking?”

“Don’t give me that. You loved every minute of it.”

She knew he was grinning. “Busted,” he said. “I’m still digging through the files. From what I can tell, it’s research about Holy Water. History, folklore, all of it. It’ll take a while to get through all this.”

“I wonder what he was up to,” Riley admitted.

“We’ll find out. So what’s your day like?”

“I’m standing outside my new master’s place. Not impressed.”

“Well, have at it. Call me when you get a chance.”

“Later, Peter.”

She put away the phone and trudged across the gravel parking lot to the metal door located at the front of the building. The door was battered and scratched and definitely needed a paint job. She raised her hand to knock, but the door opened before she could do the honors.

It was Simon and he was frowning. “Riley.”

“Hi. How are you?” she asked, remembering how pleasant last night had been.

“Good,” he said, but it didn’t sound that way. “Harper’s inside. Be careful.”

Riley nodded and mustered her game smile. “It helps that you’re here.”

He shook his head. “It’ll only make it worse, for both of us.” He pushed past her and headed toward his beat-up silver Dodge.

Ohhkay.

After he’d pulled away, she had no further reason to stall. The moment she stepped inside the smell hit her. Lube. Old tires. And something else. Raw sulfur.

Demon.

The building was laid out like any garage—twin double doors led to service bays. All the metal lifts were gone, and the exposed ceiling rafters sported wires and ropes that ran over the beams like spaghetti. In one corner was a huge pile of plastic jugs and bottles, the kind used for Holy Water. Apparently, Harper’s place was some kind of recycling location.

One half of the building had been sectioned off.

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