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“Whoever sent them had their escape route figured out.”
    Katon stared at the lifeless bodies of the club-goers and shook his head. “You said they were trying to carry them off?”
    “Yeah, it was weird. I’d never seen zombies act like that, going out of their way not to spill blood. They were almost gentle .” As if the act of murder could ever be described with such a delicate word. “They were definitely trying not to make a mess.”
    Katon let out a quiet sigh and turned to face me. “I’ve heard from my sources, there have been quite a number of people going missing around here lately.”
    “It’s Old Town. People disappear all the time.” My gut knew where he was headed, and I wasn’t happy about it.
    “True, but not like this. Several late night businesses like this one catering to the less than coherent, all on the outskirts of town, have turned up empty. The day crews arrive to find the doors wide open, the lights on, furniture overturned like there’d been a tussle, but no people and no evidence of what happened.” He gestured to the twice-dead zombies on the ground. “I think you’ve figured out what’s been going on.”
    A tingle of dread crept up my spine. It’d only been two months since Asmoday’s plot to bring about Armageddon fell apart and I wasn’t up for act II quite yet. “You think something big is in the works?”
    “At this point, I’m not sure. However, no one goes through the effort to raise zombies and send them out to kidnap people without a reason. There has to be something going on. We just don’t know what.” I could tell he wasn’t excited about the prospect of supernatural drama anymore than I was.
    “So, what’s the plan?”
    “Wait for Michael and his clean up crew to finish, then see if they find anything that’ll point us in the right direction. After that, I’ll report to Abraham and get his take on it; standard operating procedure.” He shrugged. “We’ll go from there. Not much else to do.”
    Abraham Solano was the top dog of DRAC—Demonic Resistance and Containment. As a psychic of amazing—if temperamental—ability, whose vision foretold of God’s disappearance, it was his mission we were on: to save the world from supernatural threats no longer bound by God’s rule.
    Ever since the Big Guy and the Devil, my uncle, packed up and left for parts unknown, DRAC has stood against angels and demons, the undead, and even the living, to keep humanity safe, and for the most part, unaware. It was more than a full time job with lousy benefits. At least I had job security. If I didn’t die, that is.
    “Abe will just send us someplace dark and nasty to get our heads ripped off.” I sighed. I might have been exaggerating a little bit, but not by much. Abraham had a knack for putting us in the thick of things. It was on us to find a way out. He was a good guy, but the mission came first. “Well, since there’s nothing left for me here, I’m gonna go home and get some sleep. I have a feeling I’m gonna need it.”
    Katon nodded slowly, a glimmer of empathy in his eyes. “I’ll call you when we’ve got something.”
    I waved and scampered off to the Impala, the lingering scent of my blue balls still evident. A few seconds later, I was rolling out of the parking lot, the strip club illuminating the rear view mirror. I stared back at the flickering lights and suggestive signage and let loose another sigh.
    I was gonna miss the place.
     
    Chapter Three
     
    After pulling into my driveway, I sat in the car for a few minutes, just staring off at the dark house. Though I knew it was mine, the way it looked now threw me off. It was so different than how I remembered it.
    After my old house had been destroyed by Asmoday’s pet wizard, Henry McConnell—The Gray—I spent a few months living on the couch in Abraham’s office while DRAC rebuilt it. Turns out, as a thank you for my services, they added on to it, all without telling me.
    What had been a