“No reason for that,” Caleb replied. “The one he hosted did its job, even if we almost sank the boat. Besides, he was supposed to be opening a portal into Hell tonight. I’m pretty sure he kept his calendar clear.”
Both Delia and Pru snickered a little at that comment, although Delia sobered soon enough. “I’m sure all that’s true,” she said. “But even if no one’s going to be looking for him before tomorrow morning, I’m sure it’s still going to be hard to get into his office.”
“I could try swiping another key card,” Pru offered, although she also didn’t seem too sure of herself.
“That won’t work,” Ty said. “Not that I don’t believe you’d be able to get another one, but a key card someone’s carrying on the casino floor wouldn’t work to get us into an executive suite.”
“Right,” she said, and let out a breath that wasn’t quite a sigh. “It’s annoying, because I know right where his office is located. I looked it up on the blueprints for the Aquarius after I found out which suite was his.”
Because of course she had. Although Pru occasionally got on his nerves, Caleb couldn’t deny that she was very useful to have around.
“Well, that’s something,” Delia said, and was silent for a moment, mulling over the problem. “Couldn’t one of you use your powers to get yourself inside?”
“We’ve never been in there before,” Caleb pointed out. He hated this restriction on his teleportation talent, but it was what it was. “If I don’t know where I’m going, I can’t send myself there.”
“But what if you knew what Sellers’ office looked like?” Pru asked next. “Would that be enough to get you there?”
“Sure,” Caleb replied, and Ty nodded, signaling he’d be able to manage the same thing. “But since we don’t know what it looks like, I’m not sure how that’s supposed to help us.”
“Easy,” she said as she reached for her laptop. “I’ll just find an image online.”
Even Delia looked skeptical, and she had a better idea of her friend’s abilities than anyone else did. “How do you expect to manage that? I can’t imagine Sellers would be too thrilled to have pictures of his office floating around on the internet.”
“No, he probably wouldn’t,” Pru said, although she was smiling as she began typing away. “But it’s hard to scrub that sort of stuff, especially if someone posted it in a locked-down Facebook account or whatever.”
Ty straightened in his chair. Almost all the damage from his battle with Sellers had faded by now, with just some slight discoloration under his left eye to show that he’d been sporting a pretty serious shiner only a few minutes earlier.
“If it’s locked down,” he said, “how are you going to find it?”
Pru didn’t look up. “O ye of little faith.”
Another burst of typing, and another. Then she grinned in triumph as she spun her laptop around. “See?”
Sure enough, there was a Facebook post from someone named Ted Donnelly, one that showed a spacious office with an amazing view of the Colorado River below.
Underneath was a not-so-glowing caption.
My asshole boss gets this huge office, and the bastard won’t even dig into his pockets enough to throw us a holiday party this year. I don’t know what happened to the guy — he’s totally turned into Scrooge.
“Well, then,” Delia said with a grin. “Sounds like someone was a little disgruntled.”
“Demons don’t make very good supervisors,” Ty remarked. “Also, even though he would have tried to hide it, once the demon inhabiting August Sellers fully took over, some of his true nature would have begun to assert itself.”
That made sense. Demons were a lot better at making themselves look human than actually acting like real people.
Enough of the chitchat, though. Caleb leaned in to study the photo so he could impress all the details on his mind. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was a large desk of what looked like burled walnut…very expensive. A pair of fiddleleaf figs — real, not fake — stood sentinel behind the desk, bracketing the window. Part of the view was obscured by a trio of curved screens that sat on top of the desk, although a large leather-upholstered chair was just visible behind them.
“I’ve seen enough,” Caleb said. He glanced over at Ty. “You good?”
“I think so.”
Perfect. Time to get this show on the road.
“Then I’ll take Delia with me, and you can take Pru.”
For a second, Ty looked as if he wanted to protest that he and Caleb should go alone. But then the half angel appeared to realize that they’d have a much better chance of getting into August Sellers’ computer if they brought Pru with them, and of course there was no chance Delia would consent to staying behind.
Especially since all manner of shit had gone down the last time they were separated.
