Death Cult is officially released… if not this minute, then in about 3 hours, because Amazon is on Pacific time, the losers….
After Hell Spawn was finished, I knew that I needed to wrap up some loose ends.
But I didn’t want to end the book with a lot of explaining. It would basically be a process interview.
But hey, wouldn’t it make great recap in book 2?
I think it does.
impress at the station. Okay, one of us was. I wore a solid black
suit, with a police-blue clip-on tie (clip on because we don’t want
to be throttled with our own neck wear) and overcoat. Alex’s suit
was gray and wrinkled, with a skinny brown tie that may have been
black in a former life. That life had long since faded.
calmed down. Along the way, I had helped a woman with her spilled
groceries, then helped her walk a block out of the way. I didn’t
think it was that far out of the way, but Alex seemed to be annoyed
about it. (Seriously, it was one block, and the groceries were under
together and had to walk around a stack of glass. I waved to the
glazier. “Hey, Eric. This your last day?”
beefy fellow in a hard hat, scowled. “If I’m lucky. Seriously,
what was it that made you people trash all of the glass in the
telling me.” Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Seriously,
one little guy on PCP, and he strings himself up? Did he have to work
really hard to smash everything? And the vending machine, really?
exactly explain to him. The “junkie” had been a man named Hayes,
who had been the first host of the demons within Christopher Curran.
It was how the demon had targeted me before jumping into the serial
around the glass, worried about the placement.
a living Saint (for lack of a better term)– was hiding it.
one has to lie about one’s good deeds. That would be idiotic. Just
look at Mother Theresa. She didn’t hide what she did from day to
day. And someone who is truly a saint is humble enough to acknowledge
all the flaws of which we are aware, and hence usually do not
advertise how good we are—because we know better. We know better,
because we know what happens in our heads.
“living Saint” (which is oxymoronic, as all Saints are dead by
definition) is being a Wonder Worker. Basically, a Wonder Worker has
miracles performed through them. You wouldn’t think this was a
problem … but when you’re a law enforcement officer, saying “I
healed my wife of the knife wound to the throat” or “I bilocated
a copy of myself onto the other side of the barricade” doesn’t
exactly fit neatly into the average daily DD5 report NYPD officers
have to fill out.
brownie points to actually be a Wonder Worker, lying isn’t a valid
option. While being honest is good and virtuous, it is the sort of
thing that gives you a first-class ticket to the funny farm.
question where the real answer involves you being in two places at
once, it becomes imperative to become creative.
been assigned to my were McNally and Horowitz, usually referred to as
Statler and Waldorf. Don’t ask me which one was supposed to be
wasn’t even about the event in my home. This wasn’t about my
family shooting their way out for our own survival. No, this was
about the “Rykers’ Riot” of two months before.
police blockade to an island with only one path?”
answer. And I had been. I had to move really fast once my bilocated
self materialized on the other side of the bridge, and the blockade.
I didn’t want to be caught in the sights of the machineguns on the
“You going to tell me you just beamed on the other side of the
that, you did.” It was also a fairly good description, too.
asked. “We took a closer look at your body camera video.
Christopher Curran slashed her throat open. And yet she didn’t die?
Care to explain that?”
impression that any wound above the collar bone bled profusely.
Artery in the arm, the throat, anything in the head. You’ll have to
ask the paramedics. I’m not a doctor.” Notice, I didn’t lie. I
just stated random facts and hoped they didn’t notice I didn’t
even pretend to offer an explanation.
the scene around Curran’s body?” McNally asked. “There were at
least two massive blood patches on the walls and floor around the
body. How did that happen?”
was phrased awkwardly, and strangely. Even better: no one had ever
requisitioned my DNA for a crime scene. At most, they might have
typed it. Unless someone routed through my trash for samples, they
didn’t have proof that it was my
concerned with my blood at the scene. They saw me leaving Rikers
Island. Everyone knew I was there. Everyone presumed that I
personally put down the riot … somehow.
going in, breaking up some fights, and disrupting the pace and
inertia of the riot. With the major players of the riot put out of
commission, the riot dispersed. This was more or less what happened.
If you replace “major players of the riot” with “the
had bilocated … in the end, I had actually done a four-way split,
all but one of me dying in the line of duty. The bodies had faded
away, but the blood remained. The two big pools of blood were mine,
where I had been impaled with prison bars that had been made into
spears. I didn’t know if my DNA would be the same coming from a
duplicate, but I didn’t want to bet one way or another. Hopefully,
no one outside of my wife would ever see me without my shirt on –
every wound that killed me had stayed on my body as a scar.
presume there will be blood.” Especially since I had to slide
through at least one hallway full of it, and none of it was mine.
tiger trap. All I had to do was step out of his way when he came at
that would require explaining that the body that walked out of Rikers
wasn’t the body that walked in. Nor had I gotten into any direct
fights the last time I bilocated.
confused. So was I, and I had been there and done that.
managed to stave them off with relative ease. I suspect that I had
Help from Above with my little deceptions. While Christopher Curran
and his personal demons had made no attempt to be subtle about their
rampage, God was more low key.
want to ask me about the incident in my home.”
corner of the bullpen, planting my back against solid wall. I had no
interest in getting taken by surprise. Alex was in on my clean little
secret but I didn’t want to share if I could avoid it. I’d prefer
to keep it between me and my confessor, but witnessing some of my
abilities had dragged Alex and my wife into it. Jeremy just thought I
was a superhero, but he’d thought that before I performed miracles.
Unfortunately, Enemies from the Other Side also seemed to know about
me. Apparently, sending demons back to Hell just allowed them to
communicate better via infernal interoffice memos.
Alex asked. “As much as you’d like a piece of the case, I’m not
sure you can. Or should.”
reason officer-involved crimes weren’t investigated by said
officer. I was the target of some obviously bad people and putting me
out there was waving a red flag with crosshairs on it.
say?” Alex continued. “That Curran was really just part of some
sort of cult and now they’re out to get you?”
might not be too far from the truth.”
struck him. “What? You saying there really is one?”
certain of my fellow officers’ apathy towards what I had to say, I
didn’t want to take the chance of being overheard. “When Curran
was gloating, he—it—told me that it
had been summoned.
Which means somebody, an actual person, deliberately brought the
demon to Earth.”
his chair. “You have nothing else?”
further, lifting the front legs off of the ground. “Well, I see why
you didn’t follow up with it. I’m not sure there were any leads
to follow up with.”
why I didn’t want to bother. “Until
now. With the symbols on the guys who broke in, there should at least
be some sort of trail behind them.”
down. “Curran was a politically protected monster. Are you sure we
want to play these games again?”
behind Christopher Curran and his day job as an abortionist, it
wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that whoever was behind him
had similar protection.
mean, if I’m not mistaken, when you get at least four people with
demonic symbols everywhere, this counts as a cult. We could call the
FBI and give it to them. After all, he was a serial killer, and this
cult seems to connect to him. They do serial killers. These guys are
at the very least serial killer adjacent. Why not give it to them?”
“That is all true.
Except, who in the FBI do you think could stop them? What if they
have another Curran up their sleeves? Unless you know if the FBI has
their own squad to handle the occult for real.”
to frown, chewing that one over. We had all hoped that the nightmare
was behind us. Unfortunately, I couldn’t imagine a situation where
anyone else could have handled it without at
least the exact same
knowledge, resources and abilities that we’d had back then. And we
were lucky. Maybe the Feds could have brought more manpower to bear.
Or perhaps they would have shot Curran, had the demon jump bodies,
and we would still be trying to figure out who and what the next
you pitch it?”
Does tell us that it’s connected to the Curran case, and we were
the leads. The fact that Curran’s buddies have targeted me just
means that the case wasn’t actually closed yet, we just didn’t
know it. They don’t take investigators off of an open case just
because someone shoots at us.”
could be used against us. You didn’t make any friends by the time
we were done with the Curran case. There’s rocking the boat, and
then there’s hitting the boat with an iceberg. You, my friend, are
an iceberg. And there’s a difference between being the target of a
lone psycho and being the target of a cult bent on your death. I
mean, heck, they could screw up and get me by mistake.”
with me. I think he was less swayed by the “open case” aspect of
my argument and more swayed by the political angle that I was already
involved. I had already pissed off everyone there was to piss off and
having bigwig politicos be angry at one officer was better than being
pissed off at the entire precinct.
I? Chopped liver?”
know they’re the wrong tattoos but have you considered MS-13? I’m
sure they’re still upset at you.”
going to go that day.
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