Excerpt:
“Oh shut up
you,” snapped the lead drag queen at the card players, as both he/she’s made a
bee line for the front door.
“This is a place where everyone’s money is good,” explained the tall skinny bartender as
he wiped down the bar and cleared a spot for Harmon. “My dad owns this place
and says ‘any money that’s green is good money’”.
Harmon
cracked a grin and removed a pack of Marlboro’s from his inside coat pocket.
“Care for one?”
“Any free
cigarette is a good one,” he said with a laugh as Harmon shook his head in
agreement.
After
exhaling, the bartender said, “my names Paulo”.
“I’m Walker
Harmon,” he said accepting Paulo’s handshake. “Is it always this dead in here?”
“The real
party starts at midnight. The tourist’s scamper through the door in hoards.
Anything goes, and everything is available.”
“Well it
doesn’t take much to please me nowadays. Right now I’m looking for my daughter.”
After hearing the code words, ‘my daughter’ Paulo spoke. “Well then let’s talk in
back.” Harmon was then lead to a messy backroom that doubled as a storage area.
Once there,
Harmon got to the point. “I got a picture right here of her.” Harmon whipped
out Batya’s photograph and handed it to Paulo, who accepted it, only to have it
burn his hand. He released the picture and simultaneously screamed. The earth
shattering non-human howl was as terrifying as his now blood red eyes.
Immediately,
Harmon opened fired. The bullets went straight through Paulo, who found the
agents attempt at self-defense amusing. “That tickled,” he said with a sick
sneer, before grabbing Harmon around the neck with one hand, lifting the agent
off the floor.
Using the
butt of his revolver, Harmon pounded his foe about the face and head, to no
avail. Harmon was thrown across the room like a rag-doll and into a wooden
shelf, which crumpled under the weight. He rebounded as Paulo jumped the thirty
feet that separated the two. Harmon grabbed the first weapon he saw, a rusty
tire iron. “Take this, you freak,” shouted Harmon impacting the tool between
Paulo’s eyes in mid-air. Even that did
not end the fight. “You got to be kidding me,” said a flabbergasted Harmon as
Paulo pulled the instrument from his head as black blood flowed from the
opening.
“You’re
gonna pay for that,” said Paulo advancing toward Harmon who was now backed into
a corner of the room. Completely helpless and trapped, the agent gritted his
teeth, and engaged his switchblade, ready for death.
Suddenly,
the combatants were interrupted by the woman from the Vatican. Armed with an
unknown liquid she carried inside a small bottle, the woman aimed for Paulo’s
eyes, all the while chanting something that to Harmon was incoherent.
Releasing a
blood curling scream from the liquid burning his eyes, Paulo’s skin smoldered and
blistered. He immediately jumped through a high small window and disappeared.
“It didn’t bite
you did it?” she asked.
Releasing a
heavy sigh, Harmon replied “no, and what did you use to run him off?”
“Holy water.
Most supernatural beings detest it.”
“Is that why
the photo of Batya burned his hand?”
“Yes! With
the girl being a virgin, anything pure is Taboo to most demons.”
“Demons,
Genie’s, holy water…”
“Genie’s?”
Shaking his
head, Harmon said, “Never mind! I don’t favor being followed, but I guess I owe
you a thank you for saving my ass.”
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