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clothes.
    Was I in the alley behind the club, tossed away like trash?
    Those bastards.
    “This job sucks.” I flexed my busted fingers. My bones and organs
    healed, scabbing over before my eyes as the angel placed his hands on my
    body. Why had I agreed to this? It wasn’t like I didn’t have a choice. I could
    have walked away. I could have slammed the door in the angel’s face when
    he showed up eight months ago.
    “The final reward will be worth it,” the angel promised.
    Yeah, right. I’d never see the pearly gates. After all, I’d broken every
    single commandment and six of the seven deadly sins. Okay, who was I
    kidding? I’d committed all seven sins, sometimes at the same time.
    “What happened?” I changed the subject, not wanting to get into a
    philosophical discussion of Heaven, pearly white gates, harps, and fluffy
    white clouds, blah, blah, blah. Sounded somewhat lame if you asked me, but
    of course, no one had.
    “I do not know what happened to you.” The angel paused, touching
    his hand to my head. “I found you here an hour ago.”
    “I’ve been dead for an hour? Why didn’t you bring me back sooner?”
    It was an odd thought. Not the death part, I’d long ago come to terms with
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    the Reaper, but the fact the angel had brought me back, again, sent chills
    down my fractured spine. I’d had enough of this supernatural shit. I felt like a
    zombie in those late night horror flicks. Would I now develop a taste for
    brains?
    “I tried to restore your life light, but at first your soul would not
    comply.” The angel shrugged, as if my soul’s wishes were of little
    consequence. “Not until I promised it a cookie.” From his robe, he pulled out
    a chocolate chip cookie and handed it to me. “You must have made someone
    exceedingly angry,” he added, scooping up bits of my brain and stuffing it
    back inside my head while I carefully chewed my soul’s reward.
    “No more so than usual.” I touched my skull, feeling the oozing
    wound. “But something weird did happen. What do you know about this
    place?” I gestured to the club.
    “It is a pit.”
    While it wasn’t my kind of club, I wouldn’t have called it a pit.
    “Don’t be such a snob. I’m sure they serve Zima.”
    The angel flushed. “Not that kind of pit. A hell’s pit. A den of
    inequity. Satan’s lair.”
    Anger washed over me. “And you’re telling me this now? That
    information might have been useful.” I paused for effect. “Oh, I don’t
    know… two hours ago.”
    “You did not ask,” he huffed, placing a healing hand on the hole in
    my head.
    Once he let go, I shakily rose to my feet, ignoring the buzzing sound
    inside my brain, a side effect to reanimation that disappeared in a few hours.
    “Once I find the kid, I’m going to kick the feathers out of you.”
    “If you find the child.” His words reverberated in my ears the entire
    scooter ride home.
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    Six

    We arrived back at my apartment at two in the morning. My front
    door stood open. I reached for my nine-millimeter realizing two things, one, I
    was out of bullets and two, whoever was inside didn’t care that I knew they
    were there. The rational part of my brain suggested I proceed with caution.
    So instead, I charged the door. Not the smartest of moves, but fifteen minutes
    ago, rats had feasted on my brains, so I wasn’t exactly functioning on all
    cylinders.
    The intruder slept the sleep of the innocent on my stained sofa, her
    black hair spilling across a cushion. One arm wrapped around her knees like
    a child, Lilith looked peaceful and beautiful in the patchy moonlight.
    I kicked the couch, sending a plume of dust mites into the air. “What
    the fuck are you doing here?” Getting killed had changed my opinion of
    women in general, and Lilith in particular. Fucking her was the last thing on
    my mind. Well, maybe second to last. I wanted answers, and I wanted them
    now.
    She cracked an eyelid. “It’s been a rough night. Can this wait