Jenna Black - The Devils Due

Thanks first to Anne Groell, my fabulous editor, who saved me from leaving a plot hole big enough to drive a truck into. Editors are worth their weight in gold! Thanks also to my agent, Miriam Kriss. I dont know what Id do without your enthusiasm and savvy. And last but certainly not least, thanks to all the readers out there who have dropped me a line to tell me you enjoy my books. It makes my day every time!

It was my first time in the office in more than a week. Somehow, my actual paying job as an exorcist didnt seem so satisfying these days. Finding out that exorcizing demons doesnt actually kill them had robbed me of my joie de vivre. Of course, being possessed by the king of the demons myself had something to do with it, too.

Still, harboring the demon king and trying to protect him from his brother, Dougal, the would-be usurper of the demon throne, didnt pay the bills, and I had a lot of them piling up. It had been less than two months since my house had burned to the ground with all my worldly possessions inside, and my insurance company had yet to begin showering me with largesse.

I was seriously behind in my paperwork, and was disappointed to discover that the Paperwork Fairy hadnt taken care of everything during my absence. With something between a sigh and a groan, I dropped into my chair and turned on my computer. While I waited for the dinosaur to muster the energy to boot up, I checked my phone messages. There were a bunch from the U.S. Exorcism Board reminding me that (a) I was late paying my dues, and (b) I was late filing the paperwork on my last three exorcisms. There were also the usual calls from telemarketers who were desperate for me to change long-distance phone companies, but I was much more interested in the three messageseach one more urgent than the lastfrom a woman who identified herself as Claudia Brewster. She didnt say what she wanted, but I made an educated guess that she had a loved one whod been possessed by an illegal demon.

I frowned as I took down her number, because it was local. In Philadelphia and the surrounding area, Im almost always contacted by the court system when theres an illegal or rogue demon in custody, and I hadnt heard anything. It wasnt unusual for me to be hired by distraught family members (not to brag or anything, but I have the best record of any exorcist in the U.S.), but those were usually out-of-state cases.

I called the daytime number Ms. Brewster left and got her secretary. Ms. Brewster was in a meeting, but the secretary took a message and said I should receive a call back within a couple of hours. I hung up, and my shoulders slumped. So much for my reprieve from the dreaded paperwork.

My computer had finally roused itself from its slumber, so I began slogging my way through my backlog. As you might have guessed by now, this wasnt my favorite part of my job, and I had to work hard to resist the lure of a rousing game of Spider Solitaire.

About an hour later, I was feeling conspicuously virtuous about my productivityand about my willpowerwhen there came a tentative rap on my office door. I wasnt expecting anyone, and, as far as I knew, no one knew I was here. I pulled my bag from the desk drawer and grabbed my Taser. Hey, better safe than sorry, right?

Come in, I beckoned, holding the Taser, now armed and ready, in my lap, where my desk would hide it from view.

The door opened, and a lovely forty-something woman walked in. Dressed in a dark blue pinstriped pants suit that looked like it had been made exactly to her measurements, she screamed conservative corporate America. That image was enhanced by the blond hair fastened in a well-sprayed French twist and a makeup job that was supposed to make her look like she wasnt wearing any. Shed have fit right in as the token female in a boardroom full of old fogies.

I took a wild guess as to who my visitor might be. Ms. Brewster? I asked, wondering why she hadnt bothered to call first. Paranoiawhich was my constant and very reasonable state of mind these dayscreated any number of unpalatable suggestions, so instead of standing up and offering to shake hands, I remained seated with my Taser at the ready.

Please, call me Claudia, she said with a brittle-looking smile as she closed the door behind her.

Claudia, I agreed, taking an instant dislike to her for no good reason. I usually meet with clients by appointment only, and Im very busy at the moment. I idly tapped a couple keys on my keyboard, turning my face to the screen while keeping a watch on her out of the corner of my eye. I can fit you in tomorrow at.. I pretended to scrutinize a calendar. Three oclock. Will that work for you? I turned to face her once more, putting on my blandest smile.

Claudia licked her lips and shifted her grip on the designer pocketbook that hung from her shoulder. It was only then that I noticed how she clutched the strap of that bag as if it were a lifeline.

Please, Ms. Kingsley, she said, and she sounded like she might be on the verge of tears. Ive been trying to reach you for a week, and Im.. Well, Im desperate.

My opinion of her softened, and I realized my initial dislike had been a result of her looking like she had her shit togetherin deep contrast to myself. But no power suit and fancy makeup could camouflage her misery for long, and I felt a surge of kinship.

You can call me Morgan, I said, and I let my curiosity get the better of me. Please, have a seat. I indicated the pair of chairs in front of my desk, and, with a sigh of relief, she sat in the one on the right and put her bag on the one on the left. I folded my hands on the desk in front of me, leaving the Taser on my lap, where I could easily reach it if necessary.

What can I do for you, Claudia?

She took a deep breath as if steeling herself for a mighty effort. Strain showed in the tightness in the corners of her eyes, and she wet her lips again. I dont know where else to turn, she said, giving me a pleading look.

Okay, I said slowly, then gestured for her to continue when she seemed to stall out.

Im in desperate need of your.. services.

People were often reluctant and uncomfortable when they hired me. For reasons that escaped me, they often found having a loved one possessed to be a source of embarrassment. However, Claudia was taking it to the extreme with this strange hesitancy. Id been sympathetic for about sixty seconds, which I think is a personal record. I decided it was high time to revert to my usual bluntness.

Just spit it out already, I said, with more than a touch of impatience. You want me to exorcize a demon.

A hint of fire flared in her eyes, and it seemed like my prickly bedside manner had steadied her some. Yes. But of course its not quite that simple or Id have gone through more traditional channels.