“I have a Bic lighter,” Glo said. “I didn’t bring a candle.”
I heard some pages rustle.
“Whoops,” Glo said. “I lost my place.”
More pages rustling.
“Here it is,” she said. “Brain of dog, trusted friend, remember not the sad end but act as ever.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” I said to her.
“It’s dark back here,” Glo said, “but I’m pretty sure I got it correct.”
The first police car flew past us on the other side of the road. It was followed by two more police cars and a fire truck.
“Maybe we should drop Ammon off at the hospital,” I said to Glo. “How bad is he?”
“He’s okay,” Glo said. “His nose has stopped bleeding, and he sort of has his eyes open.”
“I’ve got his hands tied with some rope we had back here,” Josh said. “I think he’s secure.”
“So if we don’t take him to the hospital, where do we take him?” I asked Diesel.
“Your house. I’m hungry.”
“No, no, no. I don’t want him in my house.”
“Lizzy is right,” Glo said. “I’m pretty sure he’s a demon, and he might infect Lizzy’s house with demon cooties. For a second there when we were rolling around I thought I caught a glimpse of a double pupil in his eyes, and then they might have glowed red.”
Diesel turned off Ocean Avenue onto Atlantic. “He isn’t a demon. He’s a narcissist with demonic ambition.”
“What if we take him to my house and a SWAT team shows up and crashes through my windows and breaks down my doors?” I said. “That would be awful.”
“I won’t lock the front door,” Diesel said. “Then they can just walk in.”
Ten minutes later we carted Ammon from the van and set him in my kitchen. Cat glared at him from a vantage point on the counter and Carl gave him the finger. Diesel went off to find a parking space.
Glo had her Magic 8 Ball out.
“Magic 8 Ball tell me true, is Martin Ammon a demon?”
“Well?” I asked. “What does it say?”
“It says ‘Signs point to yes.’?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ammon was standing in the middle of my kitchen, swaying slightly, his eyes glazed, his hands tied in front of him.
“Demons don’t like salt,” Glo said, grabbing a box of salt from my cabinet.
She poured the salt onto the floor in a circle around Ammon.
“Okay,” she said to Ammon. “Step out of the salt circle.”
Ammon didn’t look like he was totally with the program.
“Maybe he’s confused because I put the forgetful spell on him, and he doesn’t remember he’s a demon,” Glo said.