Yes, this was one of those situations in which there was no way I could win. I was going to get in trouble no matter what I did, but again, I had to attempt damage control. Jerome had a cell phone that he never answered and didn’t even have voice mail for. Hugh was the best way to get a hold of him—but he didn’t pick up either.

“Damn it!” I cried into his phone. “Doesn’t anyone answer their fucking phones anymore?” I gave him a hasty recap of what was happening and told him to let Jerome or one of the demonesses know about the cult’s plans, or else Jerome was going to get the same scrutiny from the higher-ups that Cedric had been getting.

After that, there was nothing left for me to do except hit the road to Seattle again—something I was not happy about. Fortunately, I was fully outside the commuting times now and again could enjoy easy driving as I zipped down I-5 at 75. Pretty Hate Machine blared on my speakers and was oddly soothing to my agitated mood. I eventually fell into that trancelike state drivers often get, with one part of my brain watching the road and the other frantically wondering if my warning had reached any of the Seattle demons in time to intercept the Army.

I had just cleared Everett, about a half-hour outside of Seattle, when it hit me.

A jolt of electricity shot through my body, making the world spin and my vision blur. I felt hot all over. My hands slipped on the wheel, nearly causing me to swerve into the neighboring lane. I had just enough bearings to slam on my hazard lights and pull off on the shoulder before I hit someone. A wave of nausea rolled through my stomach, then settled down, then swept through me again. Shifting the car into park, I put my head down on the steering wheel, hoping for some clarity. There was a buzzing in my ears, and my whole body shook.

What the hell? I didn’t get sick. Ever. The only thing that could really affect me like this was drinking too much or indulging in other substances. I’d had food poisoning a couple of times, but it had been short-lived, and somehow I doubted that donut I’d had was doing this to me.

I lifted my head up a little, but the world kept rocking. Closing my eyes, I rested my cheek against the steering wheel and took a few deep breaths, hoping I wouldn’t throw up. I had no idea what was going on here, but it would pass. It had to pass.