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relaxed and genuine. “We’re actually getting ready to leave right now. I was getting ready to give her the dose so we could go when I discovered I was out. I just forgot to reorder. It’s so silly of me.”
    She winced as if suddenly recalling something. “I shouldn’t do this.”
    “She gets really anxious and tears up the back seat of my car.”
    She peered over his shoulder at the parking spaces, returned her attention to him, then did a double-take. “Is that your car?”
    Pride surged through him. Having an older car had been a good idea when he rebelled against his mother. His hands had needed something to do, and re-building the old junker had been ideal. Now, with all the time he spent on the road, getting a car with better gas mileage would be more cost effective, but then he’d have a harder time fixing it himself. Also, there were the reactions. He’d never get over that.
    “Well, um, I’m sure Doctor Tom will understand.” She blinked, probably not even realizing she was giving him a flirt, and went to the rear door. “I’ll just be right . . . back.”
    Dexx thumped the counter with his thumb. “I’ll be here.”
    Paige, of course, was his Great Dane and she was the one she’d given his last dose to. He felt certain she’d be out for another few hours. A normal person would be out the rest of the day with the dose he gave her. She had a demon trying to get in. The idea of what that thing could do scared the crap right out of him.
    With the refilled prescription in hand, he exited the office, and was on his way to the police station.
    St. Francisville wasn’t that small a town, but it was quaint. Downtown had a real earthy feel to it, and even had more than a few white picket fences. The police station wasn’t much to look at. Most really weren’t. He walked up to the front desk.
    A man in a police uniform worked it. Well, he was actually reading a comic book. He put it away, offering a smile. “Can I help you?”
    “I’m looking for Chief White?”
    “Is he expecting you?”
    “No, but he has questions for me.”
    “Name?”
    “Dexx Colt. I’m with Detective Whiskey.”
    The police officer frowned, but picked up the phone and spoke into it. After a brief moment, he nodded and gestured Dexx back.
    Chief White was a big, burly guy who dwarfed the array of desks. In a fist fight, Dexx wouldn’t necessarily lay money on himself. This guy looked like he had the strength and the know-how to take Dexx down, no matter how scrappy he might be.
    Dexx offered his hand. “Dexx Colt. I’m with Detective Whiskey.”
    “Nice to put a name to your face.” The chief’s low voice carried. “Follow me.”
    His office looked like just about every other police chief’s office Dexx had ever visited. Desk. Files. A lamp. A computer. Awards on the walls.
    The chief closed the door behind Dexx with a tapping of the blinds against the glass. “I hope you’re here to explain a few things, Mr. Colt.”
    “Dexx, please, and, yes. I am. What do I call you?”
    “Brian. Or Chief, or White. Whichever you prefer.”
    Dexx had never understood why Paige preferred to address her colleagues by their last name. “How much of the truth do you want to hear?”
    Brian gestured to a chair and sat behind his desk. “All of it. I know about Detective Whiskey’s association with the Whiskey Witches. I know about her investigations, her knowledge on the arcane. I’m even aware of some of the more elusive aspects of her Dallas investigations, and some of the events that led to her moving to Denver. What I don’t know is what you do for them.”
    “Them being the Whiskey Witches?”
    Brian nodded.
    “Well, let’s start small. I’m a demon hunter.”
    Nothing moved on Brian’s dark face. His eyebrow didn’t twitch. His fingers didn’t flex. He didn’t wince or flinch. After a moment, he nodded. “Who asked you on the case? Detective Whiskey?”
    “No. When Alma found out Paige was coming, we did some