When Demons Float by Susan Thistlethwaite

Author:Susan Thistlethwaite [Thistlethwaite, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781532696275
Publisher: Wipf and Stock Publishers
Published: 2019-10-17T07:00:00+00:00

Chat Room of Video Game “Revenge”

Monday afternoon

Vampire726: s*** man so great tits and tits ISIS N***** probably really doing it f*** him

Demon196: gotta keep hitting gotta bring it closer to the c*** shut down system damn damn u check usual place more do it fast she’s gotta feel it for real

Incubus75: feebs on it

Demon196: u chill

Chapter 16

Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does ... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.

—Neil Gaiman, Preludes & Nocturnes (The Sandman #1)

Monday afternoon

I walked slowly home. Obviously no point in heading to my office. I was sure my office computer had been taken by the investigators. I had a class to teach tomorrow and right now I couldn’t even remember the topic. I had notes at home and could prep there.

My cell rang. I assumed it was Alice calling, but the display said it was Carol. When I answered, she was hysterically saying my name.

“Kristin??? Kristin???”

My heart nearly stopped. The boys. Something was the matter with the boys.

“Carol, what is it?” I choked out.

“ICE is trying to find Giles. I knew something like this would happen. I warned him. I warned him.”

It was awful, but I still breathed a sigh of relief. Not my boys.

“Okay, slow down. Tell me what’s happening,” I said firmly.

“Mrs. Levinson, you know, our neighbor, she stopped me at the beginning of the block. I think she’d been waiting for me. She said she thinks there are two ICE agents parked across from the house. They have knocked on the front door several times, and when they get no answer they go back to their car.”

Well, Mrs. Levinson should know ICE agents when she sees them, I thought. Regina Levinson was our next-door neighbor and a retired attorney who volunteered with the Chicago Immigrants Rights Project, a not-for-profit that provided legal services on immigration issues.

“So where are you and the boys now?” I asked as calmly as I could.

“We’re in Mrs. Levinson’s kitchen. She gave the boys kugel and fixed me some tea. I’m in the front room so the boys can’t hear me. Oh, Kristin, I knew it. I knew it.” And sweet, calm Carol sobbed.

“Where is Giles now?” I asked as I started to jog toward our house.

“In class, I think. I’ve tried calling him. He doesn’t answer. Oh, oh, suppose he just walks home, and they get him?”

“Now Carol, think for a moment. Giles has legal immigration status. I know that and so do you. Does he carry his papers with him?” I puffed that out as I sped up from a jog to a run.

“Yes. Yes. He has started to since, you know, since Trump was elected.” She hiccupped, but the sobbing seemed to have stopped.

“Carol, Carol, listen to me. Put Mrs. Levinson on the phone, would you?”

“Okay,” she said, and I could hear her steps as she left the room.

“Kristin?” Regina’s no-nonsense voice asked.

“Yes. Regina, what’s the best thing to do right now?” I got that out even though now I was running flat out.

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