“Exactly what I said, Eli. Her soul is on the docket.” Eli huffed as he glanced over the ethereal clipboard in his hands. “Says here Diego made the deal. Why isn’t he collecting?” “Snuffed.” “Well, shit. How did that happen?” It wasn’t so much that a Damned had been snuffed which surprised him, but it was Diego. The guy was a juggernaut. The Doll, one of the Lucifer’s construct mouthpieces, eyed him through winged glasses and far too much eye makeup. “How in all hells do you think? This kind of shit happens. Go get her.” “I hate firstborn deals,” Eli grumbled, rubbing at the close-curled scruff on his chin. “Give me a quick-death or save-the-family deal any day. There’s always so much yelling and screaming from the parents and the kid, it gives me a headache.” “You’re a demon, Eli. You don’t get headaches.” “Don’t bring logic into this, Doll,” Eli said and handed the clip-board back. “Fine. Does it go on my count?” “Yes. It’ll bring you to seven thousand two hundred and forty-two.”
