The Devil's Angel (Devil Series Book 2) Read Free Page B

entire upstairs had been made into one giant bedroom. Dark paneled walls were ornately decorated with works of art, some of which he recognized from famous painters. A four-poster bed rested in the middle of the room; a shear black curtain hung around its top rail. The room reminded him of an 18th century manor. The only item out of place was a treadmill standing in the corner.
    He searched the drawers of a heavy curved desk and found a letter with her name on it: Eve Andrews. After looking through several more personal papers, he discovered she had no debt and appeared to be extremely wealthy. He could find no personal letters from family or any work related documents. She was as much a mystery to him as the first day he’d met her, but at least he knew her name now.
    He walked to the window and peered out.
Eve.
He pulled out his phone and called Scott again.
    Before Lucien could speak, Scott said, “It’s only been a few hours, Lucien. I need a little more time.”
    “I need you to look up something else—in addition to the Deific.”
    Something shuffled in the background. “I’m ready.”
    “I need you to find out what you can about an Eve Andrews. She lives at 141 Rose Ave, and I believe she’s an employee of the Deific.”
    “You got it.”
    “Could you also have a car pick me up at the address I just gave you?”
    “Of course.”
    “Call me when you have something.” Lucien hung up the phone. Of all the things he’d ever asked for, it was never information about a human.
    When a driver arrived twenty minutes later in a black Mercedes, Lucien instructed him to drive to the Fairmont hotel. He wanted to stop by before he returned to the Deific.
    Scott had purchased the historical hotel for Lucien over twenty-five years ago and had invested a lot of Lucien’s money bringing it back to its former glory. It was now one of the most popular hotels in Seattle.
    Lucien pushed his way through the rotating door. The hotel manager, Ronald, gave him a thin smile. Ronald was a small man with balding brown hair. He stared at Lucien with beady, hateful eyes, reminding Lucien of a hungry vulture waiting to devour him the second the hotel failed. Ronald clearly thought he would be a better owner than him.
    He kept walking toward the elevator, only giving Ronald a simple nod of his head. Lucien would’ve fired him years ago, but Ronald was Scott’s cousin, so he kept him on as a favor. Gratefully, there was no personality resemblance between the two.
    Lucien approached the front desk. Molly, a reservationist with red hair and freckles, smiled at him as she leaned over on the desk, exposing cleavage.
    “How are you doing today, Lucien?”
    “Good. Any mail for me?”
    “Just one. Brought in this morning.” She handed him a manila envelope.
    “Thanks.” He turned to leave.
    She called after him, “Don’t be a stranger!”
    He raised his hand goodbye without turning back around.
    Inside his hotel room on the top floor, he dropped the envelope on a small dining table. He liked his penthouse suite. The walls were a dark olive color with black wainscoting. A black leather recliner sat in front of a huge flat screen television hanging on the wall, and beneath it was a long bookcase that held his favorite books. The penthouse had two bedrooms, but he rarely used them.
    After showering quickly and changing into jeans and a t-shirt, he went into the dining room and tore the top off of the envelope. Inside was a piece of paper with a single address on it. He would visit it later.
    Lucien grabbed a black beanie off the counter and pulled it down over his head before leaving again. In the parking garage beneath the hotel, he unlocked the car door to his 98’ military issued Hummer. It still had canvas seats, and the inside was stripped of all personal comforts. The only change he’d made to it was to tint the windows. It was his favorite vehicle.
    He turned the key in the ignition and pressed on the gas. A short time later,