About two hours previously, he’d gotten a text from Ad saying that the reporter was home safe at her mother’s and the angel was going to check on Eddie and let Dog out. The next report had been forty-five minutes later—Ad was going to try to catch a few. Over on the king-sized bed, Matthias was sleeping like a corpse: on top of the covers on his back, head on the pillow, hands linked across his sternum. All he needed was a white rose between his fingers and a canned organ and Jim could have been paying his respects. Why the hell had Devina helped them? Christ, the only thing worse than her going against him was her rescuing him. And he hadn’t needed her lifesaver. He had tricks up his sleeve, damn it. He had been just about to bust out a light show. Maybe she was trying to suck up to the Maker. How fucking galling was that— The five a.m. Wake Up, Caldwell! newscast led with a reporter covering a murder scene downtown, the woman standing in front of a motel, turning back and nodding to an open room where police were going in and out.
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