Tempting the Demon

Blaise and the cat kept pace.

As I turned into the next alley, someone groaned. No, it was more of a last breath being released. The acrid smell of death hit me hard and I staggered backward.

That’s when I saw it.

Like a wraith swathed in a long black cape, the figure rose from the ground and raced to the opposite end of the alley.

“Stop!” On instinct, I ripped my nine-millimeter Glock from my holster and aimed at the fleeing person. “Or I’ll shoot!”

The shadowy figure never slowed, dodging right around the far end of the building and disappearing from sight.

“Take the next block!” I shouted to Blaise as I ran after the figure.

I tripped over a big lump of rags stretched across the ground, mostly concealed in the gloom of the building, and landed hard on a pale blob. My hands pressed against the blob, realizing it was a body with arms and legs. Death wafted up and wrapped around me, its cloying scent gagging me as I struggled to get off of the body.

The whitewashed features, the blank stare and the horrific stench led me to the instant conclusion that he was dead, and nothing I could do would fix that. I pulled myself up and ran on, determined to stop the killer before he took another life, human or demon.

As I skidded around the corner at the end of the building, gun drawn, another figure came to a halt at the opposite corner. I aimed and would have pulled the trigger if he hadn’t spoken immediately.

“It got away,” Blaise called out.

“Damn.”

Blaise closed the distance between us and we walked back to the body.

“Is he human or demon?” I asked.

“You tell me.” Blaise waited.

I’d smelled dead human more times than I could count. This wasn’t the same. He had a grittier, more pungent scent. “Not human.”

With a nod, Blaise crouched down beside the dead demon. “This man looks like he’s been dead for while, but at the same time it appears to be a fresh kill.”

“Look at his face.” I knelt beside him, trying not to let the stench choke me. “He’s smiling.” His lips were turned up at the corners.

“And he’s still got a hard-on.” Blaise pointed to the man’s genitals, exposed to the night air.

“You think a hooker is offing these demons?”

A shot rang out, echoing off the brick walls.

I leaped to my feet. “Where’s Rudy?”

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