BooksBarbecue
Back For a Few Demons More
Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
  44. Chapter 2
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by Kim Harrison
  47. Credits
  48. About the Publisher

Glenn would have a hissy fit if I tried to look at the body before he was ready, and seeing the witch standing by himself, I smiled. It had been ages since I’d talked shop with anyone, and I missed it. He stared at me, and with that stellar response, I checked my impulse to go over.

“We’re done here,” Denon said loudly to the subordinate Weres. “Leave the cleanup for the FIB.” It was condescending, but Glenn made a pleased sound, making me think he didn’t want to share his separate findings. Denon must have heard him, for when the officers headed for their vehicles, the living vampire grabbed the witch’s arm and pulled him aside.

“I want you to stay,” he said, and the man’s eyes narrowed, the sun peeking through the leaves to make eerie shadows on him. “I want a report as to what the FIB does and finds.”

“I’m not your lackey,” the witch said, eyeing Denon’s grip. “If you want my findings, submit a request at the Arcane’s front desk like everyone else. Get your hand off me.”

My eyebrows rose. He works in the Arcane Division? My dad worked in the Arcane. I looked him over with a new interest. Then I caught myself, cursing my idiotic attraction to the dangerous. God, I was a fool.

Denon let go of the witch’s arm. Stiff and prideful, the big man headed for the van, gesturing to make the Were in the front passenger’s seat move to the back. The door slammed shut, and shifting back and forth, the van worked its way onto the thin strip of pavement. The other I.S. vehicle followed, leaving us, the ambulance, and the witch—the latter having no way to get back to the I.S. tower that I could see. Man…I knew how he felt.

Sympathy rose high. Gathering my resolve, I headed over. I’m being nice, not looking for a date, I told myself, but he did have pretty blue eyes, and his hair was that soft curly brown that would feel oh so nice between my fingers.

From behind me came Glenn’s hushed but impatient words, and the guys in lab coats descended on the Were like birds. Jenks dropped out of the oak tree, startling me with his harsh wing clatter when he landed on my shoulder. “Ah, Rache?”

“Can it wait?” I muttered. “I want to talk to this guy.”

“You have a boyfriend,” he warned. “And a girlfriend,” he added, making me frown. “I know you. Don’t overcompensate because of one lousy kiss.”