Demigod Down (26 page)

I pushed the plate of food over to him and he
woofed down the delicious bagels that would help absorb the alcohol
in his stomach.

Thoughtfully, I chewed on my thumbnail. A
strip club as a front for slavery, clever, but not unoriginal.

“Oh, apparently someone put a wrench in their
plans by killing their pet snakes,” Jerry said, turning to stare at
me.

I smiled, “I clearly should have returned
those fanged bastards to their rightful owners. Do you know who is
running things on the inside?”

Jerry shook his head, shoveling more food in
his mouth. “No, but I think bringing the police in and a stakeout
are definitely in order.”

I nodded, not looking forward to meeting up
with the local police again, but they would know their territory
better than me. Or at least they should.

We left Jerry at the hotel as we piled into
my SUV to drive over to the precinct.

“I don’t suppose anyone here is actually
going to be excited about seeing us again,” I muttered pulling into
the parking lot and shutting down my vehicle.

Logan growled in the passenger seat before
replying, “Doubtful, but given their current situation they need us
just as much as we need them.”

I sighed, taking in the drab building before
unbuckling my seat belt. I really wished I had time to wait for
Tommy to check out their systems. Every person in here was a
suspect that could possibly be giving information to the very
people we needed to spy on.

“Let’s go, we are going to be late for our
meeting with the police chief,” Logan said, closing the door.

I sighed, following him.

The same sites greeted us at the front desk
as the receptionist looked our group over warily. Logan pushed
ahead, “We have an appointment with Hector Rodriguez.”

Her eyes widened at Logan’s presence as she
dialed.

“It’ll just be a minute,” She stated
nervously, peering up at the large man.

Logan continued to stare at her. I sat down.
If he wanted to play games this early, let him. Darren sat next to
me as we both watched his brother stare holes into the
receptionist.

“Talked to Kass?” I asked, making
conversation.

“Every day,” he answered a smile on his
lips.

“Blake?” Darren asked.

I shrugged, not sharing his smile, “He has
family problems currently,” I answered with a sigh, rubbing the
back of my neck.

“Yeah, Kass mentioned something about that,”
Darren stated quietly. “Also mentioned you killed a vampire and
saved Tommy.”

I shrugged and said, “All in a day’s work,”
After I saved Blake’s ass, I thought to myself, feeling
disgruntled.

Hector Rodriguez pushed out of the swinging
glass door with a file in his hands and asked, “Logan and Darren?”
He looked at the brothers.

Logan turned his glare from the receptionist
to Hector. The older man was considerably short than Logan, but he
kept the shifter’s gaze with his own. I took a moment to look at
him, while the boys played their pissing games to take in the
police chief. He was dressed in olive slacks and a long sleeve
black button down shirt.

Darren stood up to shake hands with Hector.
He met each of the stronger, taller men with a firm confidence and
fierce backbone. I had high hopes that he was going to help us as I
stood up from my chair reaching my hand out smiling as I shook his.
“Olivia,” I stated.

“You are also part of the Shifter Nation?” he
asked leading the way to his office.

“Olivia is the head executioner of the
Supernatural Council,” Logan stated, following Hector.

Hector turned, giving me a quick once over as
we followed him, his eyes darkening regarding me as a threat.
Really? He didn’t have that reaction with the boys, oh right I
forgot I am a demon. So much for liking the fucker.

Hector’s office was decorated slightly better
than rest of the precinct. Instead of dull gray paint on the walls,
they were chestnut brown with dark blue accents. His desk was
cluttered with files and reports, spread out open were the pictures
of the snakes I had killed with O’Conner.

I smiled, looking at my handy work upside
down. “I should have posed with those overgrown reptiles,” I
muttered.

Hector looked at the file and then back at me
before sitting down. He said, “You probably should have, the report
is almost impossible to believe.”

I shrugged taking one of the two seats
available as Darren slid into the other one leaving Logan standing.
“Honestly, cleanup has been so much easier now that I don’t have to
hide, burn, or destroy everything I kill,” I informed him.

Hector’s movement stopped, his eyes widening
as he regarding me again. “How often do you kill things like this?’
he asked, indicating the file.

I puffed, “At least three times a week,
occasionally more, hardly ever less.”

He nodded, watching me carefully. Logan
pushed into my line of vision, propping his large frame on the arm
of my chair and pushing his wide thigh and ass into my
shoulder.

“Anyways, we are here because we have a
lead,” Logan said as I pushed around him, sending him a dirty
glare, which he ignored.

“A lead?” Hector asked, clearly having a
difficult time following the rapid changes.

“Yes, on the missing person’s cases that have
disappeared from your database,” Darren said, watching Hector
closely.

Hector shifted in his chair, “We have our
tech team looking into it.”

“We know where they all went missing from,” I
informed him, pushing around Logan. “The Last Lap.” That name was
painful to get out, talk about poor marketing. If not for the half
naked girl flashing in neon the whole concept would be lost.

Hector looked at each of us as I gave Logan
another useless shrug, “Where did this lead come from?”

“We have our resources,” Logan stated
vaguely.

Hector leaned forward and asked, “So what can
we do to help?”

“We need to utilize one of your vehicles for
undercover work and perhaps a few of your most trusted agents,”
Darren stated, beginning to sound like Logan.

Hector leaned back in his chair, his dark
eyes tracking all of us, clearly not enjoying the barb at the mole
in his police department.

Heaving a sigh, he ran a hand over his face,
“Fine. I’ll have a team for you tonight.”

“We will be in touch,” Logan said adjusting
his suit jacket as he stood walking out. Darren followed him with a
nod.

I stayed sitting as Hector watched me
closely. “Whoever is eliminating information has now crossed into
my territory,” I informed him as he looked down at the pictures of
the snakes.

“Meaning what you shoot first asks questions
later?” Hector asked leaning forward.

“No, I always make sure of guilt before I
kill,” I answered, meeting his eyes before I stood up. He stood up
with me watching me leave. Whoever had betrayed the missing people
by hiding their disappearance was going to pay, hopefully at my
hand.

The drive back to the hotel was silent as we
each mulled over our own thoughts.

“What do you plan on doing to the mole?”
Darren asked me from the front seat, having traded Logan for the
backseat as I pulled into the hotel parking lot.

“Death,” I answered easily.

“But he could be human,” Darren pointed
out.

“Then he or she should have stayed away from
the supernaturals,” I muttered putting the car into park.

Jerry was still passed out when we got back
and I still had time to kill before I would hear anything from
Tommy. Disgruntled I flopped on the freshly made hotel bed to kill
time with TV.

…

I was in the middle of watching some terrible
day time drama with my weapons spread out on the comforter when my
laptop began beeping at me. Using the now greasy hotel washcloth, I
cleaned my hands before hitting answer.

Tommy’s side profile illuminated the screen
deep in thought. I waited until he turned to me.

“Ready for this?” he asked, all business.

“I hope so,” I answered, pulling the laptop
closer.

Tommy looked over the bedspread, before
returning his gaze to me. “Expecting another fight?” he asked.

I smiled. “I’m always ready for one,” I
answered, “Now please tell me you have something. We are meeting a
few of the trusted police officers tonight and I want to be sure I
am not in a stuffed van with someone trying to kill me.”

Tommy nodded, before pulling his attention
back to the other monitor off screen, “Okay so do you want the long
version or the short one?”

“I pick the one I understand,” I told him
with a smile.

He laughed, “Okay you need to track down
Lonnie Moore, not only does he have a sizeable bank account under a
shell company, but his cell phone records have the same number
calling him right before the missing persons case was deleted from
the file. Not to mention the most glaring, and obvious mistake on
his part, all the deleted cases were done from his computer.
Novice.”

“You are brilliant, Tommy!” I informed him
happily watching him blush.

“Hey does this mean I can get the new video
game?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes, it most certainly does,” I told him as
someone knocked on my door.

“Gotta go kid, stay out of trouble,” I told
him, getting off the bed.

“Be careful, Olie!” Tommy yelled at me before
hanging up.

“Always am,” I muttered, pulling open the
door as Jerry walked with in Logan and Darren.

“We heard your conversation,” Logan said,
pulling a wide stance as I went to sit back on the bed to
reassemble my guns.

“Yep,” I answered, sliding my clips into my
freshly cleaned guns.

“Geez Olie, think you need any more weapons?”
Darren asked, going to sit at the small table Jerry was already
sitting on.

I shrugged. “I have had my eye on a 1911
engraved pearl grip handle,” I informed him, sliding my machete
into its leather case.

“I don’t know what to say to that,” Darren
said.

I smiled. “Maybe for your birthday,” Jerry
teased.

I shrugged, my smile failing. “When is your
birthday?” Jerry asked curious.

I sighed before I looked up at him, dreading
the next question. “I don’t know,” I answered.

Jerry wanted to push the issue further, but
Logan interrupted and for once I was grateful for the overgrown
kitten.

“Lonnie Moore has been assigned to us this
evening, Hector just called,” Logan stated watching me closely.

I smiled and said, “That is perfect,”

“We asked for a trusted agent,” Darren said,
frustrated.

“I know and Hector delivered us the mole,” I
stated, packing my weapons back into my bag.

“You don’t seriously think he delivered the
mole into the hands of the executioner with the intent of you
eliminating him,” Jerry asked, watching me closely.

“I do or at least I hope so,” I answered,
still smiling.

…

We parked at the back of the precinct per the
instructions from Hector and he was waiting for us with another
officer.

Piling out of the car I watched Hector track
our movements as we approached.

The officer with him moved in front of our
procession, “Looks like I am assigned to you, pretty lady,” He
said, running his eyes over my body.

I smirked, my eyes not leaving his own light
brown ones. “You are Lonnie Moore?” I asked, taking in his slicked
back black hair and hallow chest.

“So you have heard of me,” He stated, pulling
my hand up before trying to press a kiss to my knuckles.

I jerked my hand away, disgust playing over
my features, “Do not touch me,” I warned him.

“Just trying to be friendly, darling,” Lonnie
said, leaning closer to me.

“You are certain you wish to send him with
us?” Logan asked coming from behind me, regarding Hector
closely.

Hector nodded before asking, “Why?”

I smiled, “Lonnie here is the one removing
the missing person’s cases from your systems, not to mention the
hidden account with his bribe money.”

Hector turned to Lonnie’s pale face and
asked, “Is that true?”

Lonnie backed up away from us slowly. He
said, “No, not true at all. They are liars, hell they aren’t even
human.”

“Valid,” Darren said from behind him, pushing
him back forward. “But our information is solid.”

Hector fidgeted, anger and uncertainty raging
in his eyes. “Where is your proof?” he asked me finally.

Lonnie’s shoulder relaxed slightly, I said,
“Check his work station and his cell phone records. The time stamps
on the phone calls will directly correlate with the deletions.”

Hector nodded once and turned to Lonnie, “If
you confess now, I can help you, but if you don’t I will turn you
over to them if their information is true.”

Lonnie’s eyes widened in fear and he cried,
“You wouldn’t.”

I couldn’t resist kicking out a little extra
venom, resting my hand on my holster guns. Lonnie swallowed, his
breathing increasing as he turned back to Hector.

“I did it. Everything she said,” Lonnie
whispered weakly.

I sighed. “I had really hoped you wouldn’t do
that,” I stated grumpily.

Hector tossed Logan the keys not taking his
eyes off of Lonnie, his upper lip lifting in a snarl, before
stating, “Take the van, I’ll find someone else to accompany you,”
before he escorted Lonnie inside.

I sighed, setting down on the stairs
waiting.

I hate waiting.

The van stunk, literally and after three days
and nights of camping out with alternating shifts of Darren, Logan,
and a police officer I had no use for. I was officially out of my
small and limited patience.

I needed to see what was going on inside of
the decrepit building. Jerry had gained all the intel that he could
and I had sent him back to St Ann to help Kass with the wedding
since both Darren and I were here.