Amber didn’t wait for him to tell her why he was there.“Mo-om! Door!” she bellowed over her shoulder, her voice echoing through the cavernous reaches of the house.Rodriguez shifted on the doorstep, hoping he was right about this.There had been an awful lot of mischief demon activity in the last couple months and it had all started right around the same time. The desperate housewives, the wedding demon, they had to be connected somehow. Maybe Katrina Sullivan was in on it. Maybe she had helped summon the demon he was certain had kidnapped Brittany. Hopefully she would at least know who did.Katrina appeared at the door. She took one look at Rodriguez, flushed, and shoved her daughter into the house. She stepped out onto the front step, slammed the door shut, and leaned back against it. “You can’t be here! My husband is home.”Rodriguez wondered if she was brain damaged. She couldn’t actually think he had come here to sleep with her. “Where’s the demon?” he demanded.“Demon?”
