Demons LLC (Damned and Cursed Book 7) by Glenn Bullion Read Free Book Online

watching them, helping them keep calm."
    "Her looks don't hurt, either," Troy added.
    "Troy…."
    He held up his hands in self-defense.   "I'm serious!   I'm not trying to be a jerk or anything, but it helps.   She comes in and does her thing, keeps things chill and relaxed while I set up our gear, and Mr. Donovan gets statements.   I hate to sound this way, but the fact that she's hot goes a long way to keeping things under control."
    "Unreal," Alex said.   "Sex sells, even with paranormal investigation."
    "Let's make a deal," Donovan said.   "You keep this to yourself, and we won't tell them you're a con-man."
    Alex was more stunned than angry.
    "Excuse me?   Con-man?"
    "What was in that envelope Jason gave you?   Are you actually charging for being here?"
    "Aren't you?" Alex said with a shrug.
    "What could we possibly charge for?" Donovan said, struggling to keep his voice even.   "We're trying to help this family."
    "I am, too.   And the arrangement I made with the Felders is none of your business—"
    "How old are you, Alex?   You barely look older than Troy.   You have no equipment of any kind.   How do you plan on gathering any evidence?   Please don't tell me you told the Felders you're actually psychic."
    Alex rolled his eyes.   He wasn't going to argue with Donovan any longer.   He simply wanted to do his job, and go home.
    "Deal," he said.   "I'll keep my mouth shut, and you won't tell them about my nasty conning ways.   We'll keep our distance, and try to figure out what's going on in there."
    "You're getting ahead of yourself.   Again, we haven't even begun to collect evidence—"
    "Something's in there," Alex interrupted.   He was already to the front door.   "I just don't know what yet."
    Donovan said nothing.   He didn't need to.   The doubt and contempt in his eyes were apparent.   Troy, however, didn't look quite as convinced.

CHAPTER 2

    The atmosphere had finally reached a somewhat relaxed state in the Felder home.   The Felder family obviously felt more at ease with company, other people to share their feelings with.   Troy had all the gear prepared and recording.   Donovan had interviewed the rest of the family.   He'd even convinced Kim to say a few words on camera, much to Alex's surprise.
    Alex had walked the house several times.   Besides the general cold assault on his body, there was nothing else.   Jason watched him, but didn't approach.   Alex wasn't sure whether it was because Jason wanted to let him work, or if Donovan was whispering bad things in his ear.   Either way, Alex didn't care.
    Dinner was ready.   Donna offered their guests a piece of lasagna, insisting there was plenty for everyone.   Only Alex and Amy declined.   He sat on the sofa and played with his phone as the dining room turned into a madhouse.   Loud conversation, laughter, family stories being told.   Keith tormented his sister by taking lasagna from her plate, to which she would smack his shoulder and yell.   It was a fun, refreshing sight.   Even Donovan looked like he was enjoying himself.   For a brief time, supernatural problems were all forgotten.
    Alex wondered how long it would last.
    He was in the middle of a text conversation with Cindy when there was a flash of movement to his left.   He looked up to see Amy standing above him, smiling.
    "You mind if I sit down?"
    Gesturing to the empty spot next to him, Alex scooted over to make room.   Amy sat next to him and crossed her legs.   He sent Cindy a quick message that he'd be back soon.   Cindy was in the middle of describing the latest low budget movie she was watching on the Syfy channel.
    "Childhood sweetheart?" she asked.
    "Uh…what?"
    Amy reached across his lap and tapped the wedding ring on his finger, an action he wasn't comfortable with.   Ever so subtly, he tried to scoot away further.
    "I guess you can say that," he said.   "We've known each other since we were five."
    "Yeah.   I wouldn't think someone our age