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little less than upbeat, but it was still good to hear a friendly voice.
    “Fine,” Susan said as she tucked her award away into her purse. If anyone could make her feel better, it was Angie. A smart-mouthed vegan veterinarian, Angie had a way of cutting through the thick of any matter and pointing out the ludicrous—it was truly a gift Sue appreciated. “What are you up to?”
    “Five by five as always.”
    Susan rolled her eyes. The statement wasn’t just a reference to the
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
show Angie loved, it was also the way Angie described herself, since she was round and cuddly.
    “I’ll only give you five by three… maybe.”
    “Yeah, right. Trust me, I am as wide as I am tall, but that’s not the point of this. You got a minute away from your lunatic boss?”
    “Yeah. Why?”
    “ ‘Cause I’ve got some news that I think you’re going to want to hear.”
    In spite of Angie’s dire tone, Susan smiled. “Hugh Jackman has divorced his wife and happened upon my picture in some old article and decided that I’m the woman for him?”
    Angie laughed. “Damn, you have been working for that paper for a long time. You’re now starting to believe the rubbish you publish.”
    “Har, har. Is there a real point to this conversation?”
    “Yes, there is. You know those strange missing-person reports Jimmy’s been talking about that’ve been going on for a while? The ones Jimmy said might be related?”
    “Yeah?”
    “They are.”
    Susan froze as her old reporter self leaped to the forefront. “How do you mean?”
    “I can’t say anything more on the phone, okay? In fact, I’m on a pay phone, and you don’t want to know how hard one of these things is to find nowadays. But I can’t take any chances. Can you come by work in about an hour to look for a cat?”
    Screwing her face up, Susan let out a disgusted breath. “Ew! I’m deathly allergic to those things.”
    “Trust me, it’ll be worth your wheezing and then some. Just be there.” The phone went dead.
    Susan hung up as a thousand scenarios went through her head. She’d heard real panic in Angie’s voice.
Real
panic, and that wasn’t like her friend. This was a serious situation and Angie was scared.
    Susan tapped the phone with her fingernail as her thoughts scattered into a million different directions. But they all came back to one single thing—this odd call just might be her own road back toward salvation and respectability.

CHAPTER TWO
      
    In many parts of the world and in many religions, the concept of hell has long been one where the dead were punished for the evils they participated in or perpetrated while living.
    In the Atlantean hell realm of Kalosis, there were wicked souls aplenty, but none of them were being punished for what
they’d
done while alive. Indeed, most of them had led calm, peaceful lives. As Urian—a Spathi Daimon who’d once called Kalosis home—so often said, “We’re not the damned, folks, we’re the categorically fucked.”
    And it was true. Those here were all being punished not for their transgressions, but rather for something a long-forgotten queen in Atlantis had done centuries ago to strike back at her former lover. In one fit of anger against the Greek god Apollo, she’d sent her soldiers out to murder his child and mistress. By doing so, she’d damned all of her Apollite people not only to a life spent in darkness but to a life span of only twenty-seven years. A life that would end on their birthday as their body slowly,
painfully
deteriorated over a twenty-four-hour period until there was nothing left but a faint dust.
    It was a cold, callous fate that each man and woman here in Kalosis would have met had their leader Stryker not found the mythical portal that allowed him to descend from the world of man into this realm where he’d met another god. A god whose indignant fury had made a mockery of Apollo’s.
    Trapped within the hell realm by her own family who had feared her