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quizzical ones. I gave a
    small nod, letting it go for the moment.
    “Nemamiah? Really?” Adam licked his lips.
    Exposed and dirtied by the look in his eye, I shook my head to rid
    myself of the feeling. What had Lilith seen in this douche? “No, I just go
    around telling people that. Now tell us what you know about the child before
    I—” What did angels do? Blow fire? Play really bad harp music?
    “One of my flock reported seeing a glowing child, but I didn’t pay
    him much mind.” He wiped the drying blood from his face. “He claimed the
    child turned a gallon of milk into whiskey, but what kind of miracle is that?”
    I grinned. I’d taught the kid that trick. “Where did he see the kid?”
    But I answered my own question, thinking back to the news report I heard on
    the radio. “Newark.” Hell’s own lair.
    Lilith’s
    face
    paled.
    “We
    need
    bigger
    guns.”
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    Ten

    I drove the Gremlin through the deserted streets of Newark, New
    Jersey, with trepidation. Lilith, in the seat next to me, flexed her fingers on a
    big-ass gun, a .50 caliber Smith & Wesson Magnum 500 big-ass gun. This
    gun could take out a brick wall, three bodies, and a cow if fired right.
    “It’ll be okay.” I glanced at her for the tenth time, reassuring her
    more than myself. After all, I had nine lives and a moronic angel to watch my
    back. What did Lilith have? Me. Yep, she was good as fucked.
    “Stop saying that!” The crack of her palm against my jeans clad leg
    emphasized her desire for me to shut up. “Let’s just find the child and get the
    hell out of here.”
    While that was my plan, I couldn’t help but think it would be nice to
    know who pulled the strings. Neutralize that threat, and I’d have no more
    worries.
    The obvious answer was Satan, but why? And why now? The Alpha
    and the Omega guaranteed one thing, real estate prices in hell were about to
    skyrocket.
    “Pull in there.” Tapping the Jesus GPS planted in the dashboard of
    her Gremlin, Lilith grinned, and then pointed to a dark underground parking
    garage in the worst section of the city. Even the cops refused to stumble
    around down there.
    I did as she asked, braking hard as we slipped through the concrete
    structure. “You’ll be able to track the kid?”
    She nodded, pulling the Jesus GPS from the dashboard. It resembled
    a cell phone but thinner. We exited the car, taking a minute to adjust to the
    stench of New Jersey, and car exhaust. Once we got our bearings, she booted
    the GPS up, and blinked at the glaring beaming of light that burst from it.
    I jumped back, afraid of being burned by the whiteness. The light
    circled the car, and exploded into fifteen different glowing pinpoints.
    One of the beams shot through my chest. An odd feeling, sort of like
    a caress, but amplified by a couple thousand volts. It wasn’t exactly painful,
    but it also wasn’t a feeling I’d want to repeat. The light winked out after a
    few seconds, and I felt saddened by the departure.
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    “What the hell was that?” I rubbed at the place where human had met
    flashlight.
    “Have you ever heard the saying: God works in mysterious ways?”
    Lilith smiled, and pointed the tracking device into the air. The beam changed
    from a stream of white lights into one beacon of blue. “He’s close.”
    A trace of sulfur swirled around us. “He’s not the only one. Move it.”
    I pushed Lilith toward the underground elevator, but it was too late.
    Five demons appeared. Pishachas, or Hindu demons by the look of
    them. Bulging veins, red eyes, and the stench of curry swirled around them
    like a chorus line in a Bollywood musical.
    “Liyliyth.” They danced in unison, tails wagging. “We missed you.”
    “Friends of yours?” I gestured to Lilith and pulled my nine-
    millimeter. Not that a gun would do a damn bit of good, but it would give me
    a small measure of comfort as my limbs were ripped from my body.
    Boom.
    Sparks flew from the barrel of Lilith’s gun. The