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to shred people to death and leave their corpses in
    plain view. Especially not right in front of that idiot philanthropist’s house!”
    Lucifer shrugged again. “Well, you told him to keep an eye on Smith’s
    place.”
    “Only because my human minions can’t seem to do a good job of it!” Balor
    said with venom. “We’ve already lost the Spear and the Sword due to their
    incompetence. We have got to recover the Platter.”
    “How do you know the Platter will be next? The Grail is out there and, if
    memory serves, it has a way of resurfacing at odd times.”
    Balor sighed. “Sometimes, I wish you had paid more attention to those
    damn esoterical teachings on Avalon. If there is one thing you can count on
    those holier-than thou priestesses doing, it is working within the confines of
    universal order.”
    “Yeah, well. I didn’t care too much about rules and order.”
    “I remember, but even we cannot change the natural procession of life. We
    can make lives miserable and we can create chaos, fear, and pain, but we
    can not change the natural procession. Life flows clockwise. Birth, like the
    dawn, begins in the east where the Spear was found.”
    Lucifer yawned and poured another brandy. “Is this going to take long?”
    Balor glared at him with his good eye. “As long as I want it to. Understand?”
    “Yeah, sure.”
    “I’ll spare you the whole metaphysical crap.” Balor leaned forward and took
    the brandy away. “The Sword was found in the south at New Orleans.”
    Lucifer’s eyes glowed red briefly before returning to the bright blue he
    preferred. Deliberately, he picked up the bottle and took a swig. “So let me
    guess. You think the Platter is in the west somewhere?”
    “Yes.” Balor sat back, scowling. “I just do not know where in the west.”
    “And you think the anonymous John Smith will have the next clue?”
    “It seems logical. He got his hands on the Templar manuscript and then the
    damn warlock provided him with the second clue. Why wouldn’t the third
    clue find its way to the eccentric fool?”
    “Maybe he isn’t as foolish as you think,” Lucifer answered. “Light travels to
    those who seek it.”
    Balor stared at him and set down the brandy glass. “Light? You think white
    magic has something to do with this?”
    “The old gods left those relics on earth to protect mortals against us, didn’t
    they?” Lucifer grinned as he retrieved his drink. “I did pay attention to some
    of the lessons—a really hot, little priestess was teaching that one.”
    Balor laughed. “I hope you succeeded in screwing her. That would be
    ultimate justice.” Then he sobered. “You know damn well the power in those
    relics is neutral. Whoever has possession has the power to use it as he will—
    and I do not plan for white magic to play any part at all.” Not when he could
    wreck complete havoc on the planet and bring it close to Armageddon. He
    felt himself grow hard at the thought. Too bad the slut was still out cold.
    “We can not afford to lose the Platter.”
    Lucifer sipped more brandy. “Well, you’ve got Caldwell installed at Smith’s,
    supposedly writing Smith’s memoir, haven’t you?”
    “Yes. I was rather persuasive in explaining to Caldwell that he had better be
    willing to suck the man’s cock to get back into that house after he so
    foolishly got himself thrown out over that fencing incident with Smith’s vet.”
    Balor smiled. “I also reminded Caldwell that I know exactly where his elderly
    mother lives. Just like I know where Toby Clark’s frail, invalid sister lives.”
    “Spare me the details.”
    “Was Clark there last night?” Balor asked. “I got him that job at the paper
    for a specific purpose.”
    Lucifer nodded. “Yeah, he was hanging around the edges. Don’t think he had
    the stomach for the bloody pulp though. There was a pretty hot chick with
    orange hair, too. Maybe I could work that lead.”
    “Right now I don’t want you directly