Demon Hunting in a Dive Bar by Lexi George

Author:Lexi George [George, Lexi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780758263131
Publisher: Brava
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-two

After what seemed like a small forever, they left the woods and turned onto the paved, two-lane county road. They were a few miles outside Hannah when the blue lights came on.

Toby squinted at the Jeep Cherokee behind them. “Sheriff,” he said with a grunt. “There ain’t no end to this frigging day.”

Beck’s sentiments, exactly.

There was no emergency lane, so Cassie pulled onto the grass on the side of the road and rolled down her window. The coyotes and Toby exchanged a silent look of communication. The coyotes jumped out of the truck and vanished into the darkness, as silent as ghosts.

A tall, lean man wearing a sheriff ’s badge exited the Jeep and approached the driver’s side window.

“Evening, ma’am,” he said to Cassie. “You’ve got a broken tail-light.”

“Really?” Cassie said. “I must have hit something on the road.”

More like the road hit them, Beck thought, remembering the shower of earth and rocks from Evan’s little temper tantrum.

The sheriff scribbled something down and handed Cassie a piece of paper.

“I’m issuing you a warning,” he said. “But you need to get that tail-light fixed.”

“Sure thing, Sheriff.”

He walked back and shined his flashlight in the bed of the truck. Toby stiffened and his nostrils flared. Something about the sheriff had sure gotten his attention.

The flashing lights on top of the patrol car cast the officer’s face in relief. He was a handsome man, with a strong jaw and a firm-lipped mouth. Stubborn, more like it.

His eyes were shaded beneath the brim of his hat, but Beck got the impression he didn’t miss much.

The beam of light came to rest on the bear’s furry body. Hank lifted his head and growled.

“Shh,” Verbena said, stroking him. “It’s all right.”

To Beck’s amazement, Hank quieted back down. Verbena had a way with animals, or at least a way with one bear of a cook.

“It’s against the law in Alabama to trap a black bear,” the sheriff said.

“We didn’t trap him,” Beck said. “Some idiot shot him.”

Beck winced as the sheriff moved the beam of light to her face. She could swear the sheriff’s nose twitched.

“You a vet?” he asked.

“No, but—”

“My brother is learned in the care and healing of wild creatures,” Conall said. “We are taking the animal to him.”

Beck blinked in surprise. Conall had done the demon hunter thing, exiting the truck and moving to her side, swift and silent.

“That right?” the sheriff drawled. He pulled the pad back out of his pocket. “What’s your name?”

Most cops would have been startled, to say the least, by Conall’s now you see me–now you don’t routine, but the sheriff didn’t seem the least bit rattled.

“I am Dalvahni.”

“Dalvahni?” The sheriff looked up. “Any relation to an Ansgar Dalvahni?”

Conall inclined his head. “He is my brother. You know him?”

“We’ve met.” The notepad went back in the sheriff’s pocket. “You folks been anywhere near the Peterson hunting preserve tonight?”

Cassie stuck her head out the window. “We were on Peterson land, but we had an invitation. Is there a problem?”

“One of my deputies got a call that a truck had run into a ditch near Musso,” he said.

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