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said. "And you must have heard us talking just now."
    "Ummm," Fenwick hedged.
    A thought occurred. "But you also
expected the ghoul," I accused. "You sold us to that foul creature.
That's why he was in the alley. He was waiting for us."
    Hate warred with reason. Pointing the gun
at him, my hand shook. The Resistance relied on Fenwick for intel. The general
would be upset to lose him, but what did I care for that right now when I
quivered so close to losing my famous temper, and blowing the demon to
oblivion. The first shot might not do it but part of me relished the idea of
dismembering him and then torching his remains.
    "You're dead, you little
traitor," I said. Fenwick obviously saw the murderous intent in my face.
I'd been told my blue eyes appeared almost black in times of rage. Perhaps that
was what he saw.
    "No. No," Fenwick screamed
throwing up his hands in front of his face and cowering. "I would never
sell you. The ghoul was to have come and gone by the time you arrived."
Fenwick pointed at Cam. "I sold him to the ghoul."
    "Wwwhat?" Cam sputtered.
    Fenwick glanced up and shrugged. "A
demon's got to make a living."
    "I don't believe you."
Fingering the trigger I waved the gun at him. "You sold me to the
ghoul." I did believe him but he didn't have to know that. Chambering a
round made him cower deeper into his shoulders.
    "Wait," Fenwick cried. "I
have information to give you."
    "For free?" I asked.
    "For....free." The demon''s
mouth twisted and his tongue protruded on the last word as if it created a
nasty taste in his mouth.
    Lowering the gun I said, "All right.
Speak quickly. What information do you have?"
    The calculating wheels inside his mind
were clearly visible as he considered whether to hedge.
    "Fenwick," I said in a warning
tone and raised the gun again.
    "Pax," he screeched giving in.
    "The portal to an off world
dimension opened again yesterday and a hand came through from the other
side."
    "What?" Driscoll whined his
question. "Off world dimension? That old myth? There is no such
thing."
    "The prince believes in the
myth," Fenwick hurried to respond. "He's been sending his agents
every day since the equinox to check the location of a portal that opened
almost thirty years ago. His astrologers claimed it was time that it opened
again."
    "Where?" I asked.
    "On the top walkway of Tower
Bridge."
    "Ridiculous." Driscoll huffed.
    "It's true," Fenwick insisted.
    "Whether it's true or not, that
information is useless to us." I tightened my grip on the gun again and
its muzzle went from relaxed to menacing. "What else have you got?"
    "Prince Leopold's wizard, Gethin,"
Fenwick cried, cowering again. "He has a factory in London where he is
manufacturing a weapon. A crystal within a crystal."
    Thinking back to the red glow within the
bluish-grey crystal now in my pocket, I wondered if this was one such crystal.
    "And what about these
crystals?" I asked.
    "They have healing properties,"
the demon hurried to say.
    "Why would Gethin create something
so altruistic? And how does that make them a weapon?" Driscoll asked with
more insight than he usually exhibited.
    "Healing is not their primary
purpose, of course." Fenwick smirked
    "What is their primary purpose?" Lord,
the extraction of this information was like pulling the eyes from a fairy gnat.
    "I do not know," Fenwick
answered.
    "I will shoot you." I waved the gun
threateningly.
    "I don't know." The demon's red
lips quivered and a tear slipped down his white, painted cheek.
    Lowering the gun, I asked, "Do you
know where the factory is?"
    "I can show you on the map."
After leaping up, Fenwick scurried to a shelf and extracted a parchment. He
unrolled a map of the city and environs onto the counter.
    "And how did you come by this
information?" I asked as he scrutinized the map.
    "I cannot divulge my sources."
Fenwick's voice shook.
    "Really?" I caressed the barrel
of the pistol while eyeing him pointedly.
    "All right." The demon threw up
his hands. "It was the