The Devil You Know
K. H. Koehler
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Praise for The Devil You Know:
"...filled with characters that really come alive, with a fast paced storyline that will keep you fully enveloped in the story and will probably be the most fun you have reading this summer." ~Literary Mayhem
"Fans of the Dresden Files I think you will really enjoy this book. I am a big fan, and I can't wait for the next book." ~Jaime (Goodreads Review)
About The Devil You Know:
Not only does the devil have an only begotten son, but he's currently residing in the rural town of Blackwater in northeast Pennsylvania.
Semi-retired from law enforcement, the handsome, if cynical, Nick Englebrecht becomes quickly caught up in a local missing child case that seems mundane on the outside, but when the sheriff requests his help as a psychic detective to help find the missing girl, his off-the-books investigation quickly leads him to some terrible truths about life, love and the universe as we know it.
And if that isn't bad enough, the angels have begun an ethnic cleansing of all beings with demonic blood. Of course, Nick is at the top of their to-do list.
Like a bad detective novel, it started with a woman.
Not just a woman. The woman.
In the Dashiell Hammet books, it's always some curvalicious widow in black trailing behind her own particular brand of crawling chaos. I got the exact same feeling from the redhead, though she wasn't wearing the traditional black dress and veil when she barged into the shop, the door clomping shut behind her. Rather, she was dressed in the watery blue uniform of Molly's Steakhouse six blocks down on what's locally known here in Blackwater as The Strip. They serve overpriced porterhouse steaks and underpriced beer, which is its main attraction. You can drink yourself silly, and the bill won't hurt as bad.
I didn't know her, but the redhead lurched to a stop in front of the display counter, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "There's a man following me."
I immediately knew a few things about her: 1. she was out too late, 2. she wasn't local because locals have more sense than to walk alone on the Strip at 11:15 at night, and 3. she was curvalicious.
Number 3 is irrelevant to this story, but I figured I'd mention it anyway.
Emergencies have a way of solidifying a relationship between strangers. I felt responsible for her. The red hair and curves didn't hurt at all.
"Is he coming?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered. She was breathless and disheveled from what was likely a brisk, terror-filled, six-block jog. "Did he see you come in here?"
"Maybe. I don't know!"
Before she could say another word, I slipped around the counter, snagged her by the wrist, then dragged her down into the kneehole beneath the counter where my partner Morgana and I keep the late-night shop essentials--keys, flashlight, special orders, the lock box, bottles of Aquafina, and a dented aluminum baseball bat.
Don't ask about the bat; that's a rather grim and uneventful story for another day.
The redhead fit like she was made for the kneehole. She started to protest, but I sat on the stool behind the counter, resumed piecing together the set of Egyptian bezel that Morgana had been ragging me about all day, and said in a casual whisper, "Here he comes."
Within seconds the hulking shadow of a man slowed outside the shop.
search party. Underneath the picture were her stats. I showed Brownswick the picture. “She’s five years old. Have you seen her?” Brownswick looked the picture over with very little interest, then turned his head and whuffed like a horse at my clothes. He smiled. “My Lord, you have been with a female of your own kind!” he announced with enormous satisfaction. “Will you be rutting with her?” Well, that proved what Vivian was, as if I had any doubts. Brownswick would know. I looked up at the faun
a policeman, in my opinion.” He took it and looked it over. When he found the price tag he lurched a bit. “Shit, I can’t afford to think that hard, Nick. Why can’t you just sell Webkinz like everyone else in this town?” He started handing the Kachina back to me, but I shook my head. “Keep it. When I saw it, I knew it was yours. That it was waiting for you.” He looked at me steadily, and even though I couldn’t see his eyes past his Super Trooper shades, I knew he was shaken. He didn’t believe
I held her close and came to a strange realization. I loved Cassie. I hated my father because he was always right. And I hoped that Billie Berger had run far, far away. Because when I found her, I was going to put a fucking bullet in her skull. I settled Cassie Berger on the bed. I wrapped my coat around her and gave her my bag of candy corn to eat. I was about to call down to Malach when the window behind me shattered inward like someone had punched a giant fist through it. Glass raked across
It was her faith that gave her power. “You don’t believe, Billie,” I said, dropping the gun. It was useless to me now. “Who does God pray to, after all?” I pulled the angel athame out of my boot and approached her. Billie looked at me in rage, and then in fear. All her badassery seemed to vanish in that moment. “The Throne is empty, devil,” she told me, stumbling back away from me. “Would you keep it that way?” I smiled. I knew it was an evil smile. I even enjoyed it. “I’d rather have an empty
the marks on little Cassie’s arms and legs, so the idea that Billie had been insane, killed her husband, and was trying to feed on her own daughter wasn’t entirely farfetched. Weird and sad, and great fodder for Shelley Preston and Mountaintop Radio, but not impossible. I suggested DNA testing to prove what I already knew to be true, that Rebecca Berger and Billie Berger were the same person, but by then, the forensic team was already on my side. After all, Tay-Sachs syndrome is most commonly