Jean lifted her chin. “Nope. You can’t ruin my dreams. Tish will be such a good assistant we’ll get out of two, maybe three whole events this year.”
“Maybe this decade.”
“I’ll take it,” she said.
“Thanks for the assist, Bathin. With Tish just now, and with Goap.”
He was typing on his phone, pressed it one more time, then dropped it in his pocket. “Goap will be back.”
“I know.”
“My father will bring war to our borders.”
“Ooooo,” Jean said rubbing her arms. “Say that again. It was so fantasy-hero, I got chills.”
Bathin grinned. “He’s gonna want a fight.”
“I know. Do you think he has the book of god spells?”
“No. We would know. The entire world would know if my father had that power in his hands.”
“Well, there’s one plus on our side.”
“You’re doing the math wrong, Delaney.” Bathin pushed off the wall, and started toward out door.
“Oh?”
“We have all the pluses. And we always will.” He winked before the door closed behind him.
“Think he’s going to see that Myra gets the weapons stowed?” Jean asked.
“Yes. Where’s Hogan?”
“Waiting for my shift to be over. I’m making dinner tonight. Bibimbap.”
“Sounds cozy.”
“Where’s your man, Delaney?”
“Walking the beach with a monster hunter.”
“Bummer.” Jean slurped the last of the milkshake out of the cup and tossed it in the trashcan. “But at least you know he’s coming home toyoutonight, not her.”
The door swung open again. This time it was our other officers, Hatter and Shoe, who came in, laughing and wiping their faces.
“Hey boys,” Jean called out. “Nothing new except Bertie adopted our ghoul, Tish, Crow’s digging up an ancient god spell and handing it over to Myra so she can lock it away with the Hell weapons Bathin’s brother used to nearly take off Bathin’s head and stab Delaney.”
“So it’s just another run-of-the-mill Friday,” Shoe said in his low grumble.
“Ain’t that the truth?” Hatter drawled in his fake accent that was leaning a lot more Texas lately.
“Hey boss,” Shoe said. “Heard you put on quite the show today.”
“Demons,” I said. “Just a head’s up? Xtelle’s ring can stop time.”
“Well, ho-lee shit,” Hatter said. “I don’t suppose she’d loan that out? I have a three-day weekend coming up.”
“No,” I said.
