Sinners & Sorcerers: Four Urban Fantasy Thrillers (43 page)

“We had a little incident earlier tonight,” Arch said, after giving Alison a moment to speak in which she said nothing. “Some criminals broke down our door—”

Addy clucked at them, that sympathetic mom noise. “I always worry about y’all, with that job of yours, Arch.”

“Now, Addy,” Mr. Longholt said, “Arch didn’t even say if they were there because of him. Don’t go jumping to conclusions.”

“They were there because of me,” Arch said, feeling more strained than he would have liked to admit. “And I’d greatly appreciate it if Alison could stay here with you tonight while I take care of this particular problem.”

Mr. Longholt exchanged a look with his wife. “Of course,” he said quietly. “Without doubt.”

“Thank you,” Arch said and kissed Alison on the cheek. She said nothing, didn’t even really turn to look at him. He waited, hesitant, for almost a minute then turned to leave.

“Well, Alison!” Addy said, perturbed, “aren’t you going to bid your husband goodbye before he goes off into the night to—”

“Addy,” Mr. Longholt said warningly then smiled at Arch. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

Alison gave Arch a rather perfunctory kiss on the cheek, just the slightest hint of affection. He couldn’t find it in himself to fault her for it. After all, he wasn’t up for discussing it, he hadn’t allowed her to dissuade him, and he wasn’t even staying long enough to get her settled in at her parents’ house.

Mr. Longholt closed the door behind them, his slippered feet making quiet noises on the front walk as they made their way toward the Explorer in the drive. “She’ll forgive you in time, Arch.”

Arch didn’t know quite what to say to that. “They broke down our door,” he said after a minute. “Probably scared the living daylights out of Alison. If she blames me for all that, I couldn’t fault her. I’m sure my leaving makes it worse, but I need to—”

“I know,” Mr. Longholt said with a quick nod. “We need not discuss what’s going to happen in any sort of detail; I’d imagine Sheriff Reeve is not in on your plans and it’s probably for the better.”

Arch squinted at his father-in-law, wondering just what the man was trying to say by that. Even had he not been so all-fired ready to go kill some demons, he wasn’t sure he wanted to inquire too deeply into this. “These men,” he said instead, “are dangerous. Guns might not stop them.”

Longholt raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” he murmured. “Well … I’ll get one of the rifles out of the cabinet in the study, just in case. But if I’m hearing you correctly, then you are suggesting that should they come after us here, we … run?” He sounded like he was open to the suggestion.

“Yessir,” Arch said, opening the door to the Explorer. “Get in the car and just go. You and the whole family.” He frowned. “Is Brian here?” Brian was Alison’s brother, just returned from getting a doctorate in philosophy from somewhere up north, somewhere Ivy League, though Arch couldn’t remember quite where.

“He’s in the basement,” Longholt said with an amused air. “He won’t be of much use in a fight, though.”

“Didn’t think he would be,” Arch said. His brother-in-law was not the sort who had ever been in a fight in his life. “Still and all, you might want to warn him, let him know so he can get out with y’all.”

“I shall apprise him,” Mr. Longholt said with a faint smile. “I don’t expect we’ll be hearing much about this after the morning, though?”

Arch stared evenly at his father-in-law and suspected he had his answer for what the man had been trying to say earlier. “No. If everything goes right, I don’t expect you will.”

Hendricks was sitting quietly in the hotel room when he heard the car pull up outside. He had his coat back on, sword and gun in his belt, and he was ready to give it hell. He opened the door and shut it quietly after checking on Erin one last time. He left her keys on the nightstand with a note explaining he’d gone out with Arch and that she’d passed out before they’d had a chance to do much of anything. He was hoping to make it back before she woke up, so he could explain it to her in person, but he didn’t have much confidence that what he was heading off into could be wrapped up either easily or quickly.

“How’s Erin?” Arch asked him as he stepped off the curb, heading for the passenger seat.

Hendricks didn’t answer until he was strapping in. “She’s fine. Probably gonna have a headache in the morning, for more than one reason.” Hendricks lowered his voice, like he was talking about something indelicate. “How’s your wife?”

Arch set his jaw as he backed the police car out of the space. “Quiet.” They hit the highway and turned left, heading toward Kilner Road. There was a silence for about five minutes before Arch spoke again. “Where’s that other woman? Starling?”

“Hell if I know.”

+ + +

Ygrusibas could feel the ancient power surging, swelling within now. It had taken a while, but it was here, the fury of the full strength of one of the old ones. The night was lit like day, the cow’s eyes adapting to the new power flooding into the shell. The ability to make changes was soon at hand, was coming, and then … then Ygrusibas would be free.

Creampuff mooed and tried for a patch of grass but was swiftly rebuked and kept from moving. Such things were not befitting an ancient. Only flesh would suffice.

+ + +

“Do you think they’ll know we’re coming for them?” Arch asked, letting a little of his uncertainty show to the quiet ex-Marine on the other side of the cruiser. It wasn’t exactly his first raid, but he hadn’t done many scenarios like this, other than at the academy, and especially after how things had gone earlier, it was a little nerve-racking. More than a little.

“They’re dumb if they don’t,” Hendricks replied. That reassured Arch more than he would have thought. “Two of their kind got away from me, how many from the ones that attacked you?”

“None.”

Hendricks stared at Arch, his eyebrow slightly raised. “How many did they send? One or two?”

“Four,” Arch said, guiding the Explorer into a turn onto Kilner Road.

Hendricks made a choked noise. “You took out four demons? With the switchblade I gave you?”

Arch shook his head. “I think I got two of them with that?”

Hendricks was quiet for a second, waiting for an explanation. “How’d you kill the others?”

“Impaled one of them on a wall stud,” Arch said, flipping his lights off and coasting down the gravel road by the moonlight shining down through the trees overhead. “Busted another one open with a broken sink.”

“Jesus,” Hendricks said, muted. “I’ve never even heard of anything like that.”

Arch grunted. “Wouldn’t have been my first choice for how to do it, that’s for sure.”

They lapsed into silence as Arch took the car over to the side of the road. “Approach from the same direction as last time or come at them from behind the house?”

Hendricks gave it a moment’s thought. “Last time they caught us because those two guys were out getting high, right?” He waited for Arch’s nod. “It stands to reason that they’re not gonna be out getting high this time, since we killed them.”

Arch nodded at that, but it didn’t do much to soothe him. A question emerged in his mind. “How do demons get high if they’re … y’know, not human?”

“Not really sure,” Hendricks said, opening the door. “I know they’re susceptible to a lot of the same things that humans use, though. Maybe all. Dependence is a pretty big issue in the demon community, I’m told. And you really don’t want to see one of them on amphetamines, let me tell you that.”

Arch nodded; even the humans he’d run across who were coked-up or on meth were a pain to put down. Adding strength to demons seemed like a formula for complete and utter disaster.

They made their way over the fence, careful again to dodge the electric wire. The crunch of leaves beneath their shoes was muted as they took their time, trying to keep an eye out all around them, in front, behind, and on both sides. Arch wore himself out keeping his head swiveling and nearly tripped over a fallen log when he thought he heard the sound of a car going by on Kilner Road.

“Might want to keep your eye on the trail,” Hendricks said, muted enough that it was nearly lost under the whisper of the wind.

Arch just grunted low. They were almost to the treeline, and when they came out, they both crouched low and headed toward the top of the hill. The moon shone down on them, a few clouds visible in patches throughout the sky. The smell of the dairy farm was heavy in the air, a thick scent that didn’t bother Arch at all. He caught Hendricks turning up his nose a couple times, though. “Aren’t you from Wisconsin, the dairy state?” Arch asked in a low whisper.

“Yeah, but I didn’t live on one of the farms,” Hendricks replied. “I lived in town, like you.”

The moon slipped behind one of the clouds as the wind picked up a little more and Arch felt it run cool over his skin. It always took until nearly midnight for things to feel remotely nice out in the summer. The faint noise of crickets in the distance caught his gaze, until something moved in the house below, and a porch light came on.

“Shit,” Hendricks hissed. “I think they’re coming out!”

“Hold on,” Arch said, turning to see if they were by chance being flanked. He saw nothing behind them, no sign of anything. “I don’t think they know we’re here.”

There was a noise of footsteps and faint barks of talking down below. The house was a good ways in the distance, a hundred yards or more, and the voices weren’t clear. The figures on the MacGruders’ porch were just silhouettes, two of them, and they were joined a moment later by five more, three of them clearly bound in some way. One of them screamed, loud and long, and Arch felt himself tense as the figure—clearly a woman from the scream—was hit in the face. “They have hostages,” he said.

Hendricks’s face was screwed up, watching the spectacle as the whole group started to move out toward the pasture gate, the demons in the rear bringing along the bound humans at a slow walk. “I don’t think so. Prisoners, not hostages.” Arch looked at the man, watched him as he chewed it over. “Sacrifices, I think.”

Arch tried to puzzle through it, but he just didn’t have enough information to even jump to a conclusion. “Sacrifices for what?”

Hendricks gave a little shrug. “Not sure. I never did hear back from my source on what ritual they might be performing, and my books aren’t exactly comprehensive resources. All two of them.”

Arch let his gaze follow the slow procession as the leading figure opened the gate to the far pasture. By his count there were four demons and three humans. “Any chance those sacrifices are actually demons, preparing an ambush for us?”

Hendricks answered almost immediately. “I doubt it but maybe. I guess if they wanted us to underestimate their numbers, go charging in like reckless idiots, that’d be one way to go about it. But I don’t think so.” A shriek cut through the night, and it sounded genuine. “No, I think this is it, unless they rounded up some more demons since they came after us earlier. Figure two survived their run-in with me, plus Hollywood and one more, a lackey for him, like a personal assistant, because he’s the type of prima donna that would need one.” Hendricks shook his head. “It’s not a hundred percent, but I think this is genuine. We know they needed sacrifices, and it’s damned near midnight, so I’m thinking we’re about to see whatever ritual they’re about to partake in.”

Arch wanted to curse, but didn’t. “And the sacrifices? They don’t survive, I assume?”

“They’re not called sacrifices for nothing,” Hendricks replied.

“Let’s go,” Arch said, and they started to make their way down the hill as quietly as possible, trying to keep the dairy barn between them and the procession. It helped that the demons were speaking without bothering to be nearly as quiet as the two of them were.

+ + +

Hollywood was ready. He was willing. It was time. Past time, actually, but that didn’t really matter, so long as the sacrifices happened in the midnight hour. Last time he was probably too excited, maybe chanced it a little too close to the wire. Maybe killed them at eleven fifty-nine for all he knew. Whatever. That was then, it was a few takes back, now it was time to call
Action!
again and get on with the picture. And he was ready for his close-up, anyway.

He felt the familiar plop of his shoe hitting something he wished it hadn’t but quelled the stream of profanities that came to mind. Why bother? The shoes weren’t going to be important for much longer, anyway. Once Ygrusibas was called forth, was in his body, he’d be changed into another form, a glorious one. It was the ultimate power merger, really. A greater demon like Hollywood already had a body that was full to the brimming with essence, a tank that was to the top with awesome power. Add in an ancient like Ygrusibas, one of the first, one of the fallen, and the changes would be swift. Power would be a quaint notion he’d look back on as something cute, like a Chihuahua. He’d be a fucking Rottweiler. With an M-16.