Page 97 of Bad Moon Rising
Flynn said, “Mom’s good. She’s still in Greece. Seemed surprised, but she’ll wait there.”
She released a shaky breath. “What’s this about?”
“We’re all going to back to Greece. You too. Try to get some sleep since you did just get resurrected. We’ll be there soon.”
She came out of her doze as the plane landed in Greece.
“Gerard’s on the line. Wants to talk about the demon thing. He doesn’t know we already did the job,” Flynn announced as the plane taxied toward the private hangar he kept here. His mom liked her island, so they met here a few times a year.
“You better have us muted.” Roman unbuckled. To her he whispered, “Stay here. Don’t make a peep.”
She watched from the cockpit.
A man she assumed to be Gerard said, “We have to talk about this demon. He’s destroying—”
“Already done,” Roman said. “It’s gone.”
“You did it?”
Roman blinked. He remained silent a few seconds. “An archangel phoned me. Said he wanted to deal with it now. All three of us worked together.”
“An angel? Like one of God’s angels?”
“We’ve worked together before, remember?” Roman asked. “He’s kind of scary even if he is an angel. But the demon was third level. Dangerous. It’s gone.”
“Angels are real?”
Why did everyone always ask this? “Yes. Why is it so hard to believe when we have demons and witches and ghosts? Why can’t you believe angels who work for God exist?”
“I’m just shocked they wanted to work with you.”
“Why? Because we’re monsters? We’re not human? All we’ve done for decades is protect your people. So, why is it so inconceivable an archangel would want to work with us?”
“Of course. That’s…” Gerard cleared his throat. “Good job. I have other news. I had a team do a full sweep of the renovated factory you invaded in Belgium. Sure looked like a secret detention facility. We didn’t find much that wasn’t burned, but we did find something. I’m not sure if it’s important.”
Nova wanted to see.
Roman shot her a warning glare.
Gerard said, “This was tucked into an air vent in one of the cells. It’s a miracle it survived. Most of the contents are unreadable from fire damage, but here’s an image of the cover.”
…
Roman’s lungs seized and refused to work as he stared at the image. Impossible.
A little red notebook with a single symbol on it came on screen. It had two stylized letters:G S.
An uncontrollable shudder swept through him.
Galen Sigge.
Roman caught Flynn’s gaze. Neither said anything.
“You know what that means?” Gerard asked.
A hard thudding resonated inside his head from his escalating heartrate.
“Nope. No clue,” Flynn said. “Ring any bells to you, Roman?”
