Book 4: When Angels Fall
Excerpt: Chapter One
“Faith, wait,” Barry shouted from the darkness behind me.
“I don’t have time for this, Inspector,” I snarkly returned as I kept walking down the alley, puddles splashing with the force of each movement. The alley was now pretty much cleared out of beat cops and lab techs that had walked its murky road. Now they were just waiting for us to look over the scene, advise the Inspector of our professional opinions on death magic, ritual killings, the evil and the damned and then allow them to remove the body.
“Faith, you don’t understand,” Barry stated, his voice so close I could feel the heat of it against the back of my neck. His concern and misery were coiled together, each a touchable, palpable thing.
“Why don’t you explain it to her, Inspector Ian Barry” Angeline sagely whispered from the darkness beyond.
My spine stiffened as the temperature dropped about thirty degrees. Rain froze on windows panes like cracked spectacles of snowflakes past. The ground fast became black ice steeped with blood that had apparently dripped from the victim. Blood that now hung in shards of icy crimson from the pierced hands of a not-so-innocent dead girl.
I stood there with my breath held tightly in my lungs, paralyzed with awe, watching as Angeline’s breath plumed before her. I watched while her head rose from slumped shoulders, and cold, dead, black eyes stared back at us in gleeful revere.
“Holy Mother of God,” I finally uttered.
“Fucking whore on a stake,” it laughed in reply.<-- Back
