Were We Belong by Robyn Peterman

Author:Robyn Peterman [Peterman, Robyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Robyn Peterman

“Feels like a fridge in here,” Granny said as we entered the chilly warehouse.

Not a thing had been changed or moved as far as I could tell. Blood and guts still spattered the walls and body parts lay in mangled heaps on the cement floor of the cavernous space. The scene was as gruesome and sickening as the first time I’d witnessed it. It was just a heck of a lot colder.

“Magic was used,” Zeernebooch commented as he began to circle the travesty. “A chill spell has been cast to preserve the bodies.”

“Who did it?” I wondered aloud as I glanced around for clues we might have missed.

Zeernebooch halted his pacing and placed his hands on his hips. “My guess is the Bobs. Seems like your boys might be practicing a little voodoo.”

“That’s possible?” I demanded. If it was, the Bobs had a whole lot of explaining to do.

“If they’re in cahoots with Witches, it is,” the Demon said as he examined the blood covered wall on the far side of the warehouse.

“Witches don’t deal with Shifters. Ever,” I said.

“Normally, no,” Belphegor agreed as he too carefully made his way to the far wall and stared at it. “However, blackmail works wonders with the Witches. Well, blackmail or gift cards to Red Lobster.”

“Wait. What?” I asked, sure I’d heard him wrong. “Red Lobster?”

“Yep,” Belphegor confirmed. “Witches love buttery seafood.”

That was a head-scratcher that I didn’t have the time to pursue. We had a shit show in front of us. My curiosity about Witches’ dining preferences would have to wait for another time.

“You think the Bobs are blackmailing Witches?” I asked, ignoring my need to discuss shrimp three ways.

Zeernebooch shrugged. “I think the Bobs would do anything to keep the Weres from being discovered by the humans. And personally, I’m quite pleased they had the foresight to chill the crime scene. Otherwise, it would have smelled like Hell.”

“Holy shit, Hell smells like rotting cadavers?” I asked with a shudder.

“Only Hell’s Cave in Slovenia,” Belphegor enlightened us. “Hell, Michigan is a bit iffy. But the worst is Hell, Norway.”

“I’d have to disagree,” Zeernebooch countered. “Hell Creek, Montana is quite pungent. Although the most eye-watering stinky of all time is Satan’s Kingdom, Massachusetts.”

“What about Hooker, Oklahoma?” Belphegor reminded his pappy. “I find it extremely rank.”

“Fine point, well made, son.”

“Hang on a second. What about the real Hell?” I asked, forgetting for a moment we were here for an actual reason. “You know, the fire and brimstone one—with Demons and Satan and really bad dudes burning in fiery pits.”

“Wouldn’t know. Never been there,” Zeernebooch replied.

I paused and realized my mouth was hanging open. “I am so confused.”

“I second that,” Hank said. “Exactly which Hell did you send Clark and Jones to?”

Zeernebooch eyed us for a long moment. Twice he began to speak and then stopped himself. It wasn’t until Belphegor nodded his encouragement did the elder Demon talk. “Hell is more of a state of mind than an actual place,” he explained.

“I don’t get

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