The Demon's Fire (The Blood Coven Series Book 2) by T.M. Smith

Author:T.M. Smith [Smith, T.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2023-05-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Miller Nash forced the burner phone tight to his ear. “Bollocks. You need to prepare better than I did. Acquire multiple dwellings now. Establish new identities. New lives. Pack a bug-out bag. Have a stash of money. Cash. That’s where I made my mistake. We’ve run the drill. You’ll do fine if the need arises. After all these years, I’m on the lam. Everything is arse over elbow, but I’m going to find out why. Keep your pecker up, mate. … Me? I’m heading off to the nearest pub to get bladdered.”

Miller had called to check Braelyn James’s claim. Tossing the phone in the trash bin and the chip into a different can, Miller did as he stated. He opened the door to a noisy, crowded bar, a Patriot’s cap pulled low over his eyes, slipping onto a stool in the dimmest section. The bar top was well-worn, chipped, marred, slashed. It had character. It looked, smelled, and sounded just like an Irish pub in Boston should.

A cheerful barkeep nodded at Miller, wiping the counter with a damp rag which had possibly never been washed, the rancid odor eye-watering. “How are ya keepin’?”

“Feelin’ a bit knackered. A Kilbeggan will help. Bring a glass along with the bottle, mate.”

The bartender disappeared, returning with a tumbler and half-empty bottle of Kilbeggan Irish Whiskey. “Slainte mhaith, pal.”

“Thanks.” Miller threw back the first shot, poured a second, and downed it. He punched numbers into another cellphone. His call was answered quickly. “Before I get too squiffy, I thought I should touch bases. I’m ready to meet… No. I’ll decide on the place. …I’ll reach out in a few days with the city, an exact location. … Yeah, well, I must shake these blokes off my six. … Come alone. I’ve seen your picture. … Okay. Bring the hubby. What’s he look like?” Miller laughed. “Big doesn’t scare me. Don’t forget the money from Daddy’s paper. I’ll be collecting, luv.”

Braelyn was legit. Still, he trusted few people completely.

****

Chay spun to face Margo. “I gotta think.” He rubbed his unshaven chin while he paced. Grabbing his chain in both hands, he stopped to tug on it, somehow sure it would snap free this time. When it didn’t, he rattled it to the ground in frustration. “The lock on the cell. Check it out.”

Margo, who wasn’t restricted by a shit-ton of metal, clutched a bar and poked the side of her face through the opening as far as possible. “It looks like a big ol’ box. No key.”

“Yeah. They’ve been using a remote device to open it. They locked my chain the same way. That’s good, I think.” Chay studied the manacle attached to his leg. “Red, it’s our lucky day. I am so zipped.”

“What you are is crazy.”

“Come here.”

“Why?” Margo lifted an eyebrow, questioning Chay’s sanity.

“You’re going to unchain me with your new voodoo powers.”

“Sure I am. Me along with a really big chainsaw. Got one up your sleeve?”

“I got something better. Hold on to your bloomers.

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