Jenna Black - The Devil Inside

Thanks first of all to my wonderful editor, Anne Groell, whose input and suggestions without a doubt made this into a better, stronger book.

Thanks as always to my agent, Miriam Kriss, who always believes in me even when I have trouble believing in myself!

Thanks to Cynthia Cooke and Kelly Gay, who were my critique partners for this book. And lastly, thanks to all the wonderful urban fantasy authors who got me so hooked on this genre I had to write one of my own!

Topeka, Kansas. Demon capital of the world. Not!

Demons, the illegal ones at least, tend to like the biggest cities. More anonymity. More prey. But every once in a while, one would pop up in the most unlikely place. Like Topeka.

I flew into Kansas City, Missouri, then had to rent a car for the ninety-minute drive to Topeka. I live in the suburbs, but Im a city girl at heart. Driving ninety minutes on toll roads out in the middle of nowhere is my idea of Hell. But wait, it gets worse no one bothered to tell Kansas it was spring, so it was snowing.

I can count on one hand the number of times Ive driven in the snow. If I hadnt known they might burn an eleven-year-old girl to death if I didnt show up, Id have ridden out the storm in Kansas City.

The speed limit was seventy, but I drove about thirty-five, squinting out the windshield, hoping there werent any cows grazing on the interstate under cover of the blizzard. Okay, so maybe it wasnt a blizzard by Midwest standards, but its all a matter of perspective.

Kansas is one of ten states including my home state, Pennsylvania that allow the execution of humans hosting illegal demons. I called from the airport to let them know Id be late. I almost choked when I noticed the area code for Topeka was 666. Gotta love the irony. Luckily, they werent anxious to put a cute little girl to flame, despite the fact that she was allegedly possessed by a demon whod murdered at least three people, so they agreed to wait for me.

The demon containment centercumexecution chamber was in the basement of the courthouse and had more guards than most maximum security prisons. Why the idiots used legions of armed guards was beyond me. What were they going to do, shoot the host to death if a demon escaped? Yeah, that might solve the immediate problem and leave the demon without a body to inhabit, but if it found another host, you can bet revenge would be high on its to-do list. The only way to kill a demon is to exorcize it or burn its host alive. Lovely, huh?

Id read little Lisa Walkers case on the plane. She and her parents had been visiting New York. Theyd gone to a Broadway show, and when they were leaving, Lisa got knocked down by some thug who was running from the cops. Probably they thought it was exciting, because, hey, things like that just dont happen in Topeka.

It wasnt until theyd gotten home that theyd noticed anything wrong. She didnt do a Linda Blair and spit pea soup, but she definitely wasnt herself. It was the little things that gave it away a suddenly more sophisticated vocabulary, a hint of attitude, the occasional expression in her eyes that was too old for her age. Theyd called in a priest, and hed immediately declared her possessed.

Me, Id have been skeptical. Demons usually prefer strong adult bodies to inhabit, not delicate eleven-year-old girls. And no matter what they claim, priests arent qualified to declare a person possessed. Yes, some of them are sensitives, and can see auras, but its not a job requirement like it is for an exorcist.

So if I didnt think the kid was possessed, why had I flown all the way out here to bum-fuck Kansas to perform an exorcism? Because the court had ordered it, and the parents had approved it and if the kid really was possessed, theyd barbecue her if an exorcist couldnt cast the demon out. The parents had demanded the best, and they could afford me, so here I was, freezing my tailfeathers off in Corn City, USA.

I had to clear two checkpoints before I even got close to the containment center. Im sure Id have made it through faster if Id dressed the part, but if Id wanted to wear suits, Id have gone to business school. My uniform was a pair of tight low-rise jeans with a clingy sweater and a pair of kick-ass pointy-toed boots.

The director of the Topeka Containment Unit was one Frank Jenkins. He was a short, pudgy guy who looked harmless at first glance. He came out from behind a steel-barred door, smiling until he got a good look at me. Then the smile faded from the outside in until it morphed into a frown of disapproval. The frown didnt look anywhere near as harmless.

I put on my best hail-fellow-well-met smile and held out my hand. Morgan Kingsley, I said, sounding almost perky. You must be Mr. Jenkins.

He shook my hand and nodded, but he didnt look happy about it.

I suppose you came straight to the courthouse without stopping by your hotel, Jenkins said, the frown still firmly in place.

That was true, though I wouldnt have changed clothes even if I had checked in. I thought it would be best for everyone involved if we got this over with, I said. Which was also true. I couldnt imagine what the parents must be going through. Not to mention Lisa, trapped inside a body she could no longer control, a helpless passenger while the demon rampaged.

The theory was that the thug in New York had been hosting an illegal demon who was on the run, wanted for three murders. When he bumped into Lisa, the demon thought it had found the perfect escape. Just hitchhike out of New York in an adorable little girls body and hope to find a more suitable host later. The police had caught the fleeing thug eventually, only to find his brain fried.

Well, lets get to it, Jenkins said, still frowning at me. At five foot nine, I was about three inches taller than him. I got the feeling he didnt like that much. Actually, I got the feeling he didnt like much of anything about me. Maybe I was a little too big-city for him.

Without another word, he led me through the steel doors into the heart of the containment center.

Why, you might ask, would a small-time burg like Topeka, which hadnt had more than one or two illegal demons in the last five years, need its own containment center? Because Kansas didnt take well to demons, legal or otherwise. Enough of their citizens believed in the Biblical view of demons as minions of Satan to keep execution legal, and they wanted to be prepared in the event they had a chance to rid the world of one more evil.

What did this mean to me? It meant that while the personnel had all been trained for the job, they had little or no practical experience. And I saw evidence of that every step of the way as we walked to the execution chamber.

Mr. Jenkins, I said when we stopped outside the chamber for him to key in the passcode, why are your people not wearing gloves when you have a known illegal demon in custody? An incorporeal demon needs an invitation to possess a human body, but one that already has a host can transfer from one to another through skin-to-skin contact. No one within a hundred yards of an illegal demon should be showing more skin than absolutely necessary.

Jenkins glared at me, liking me even less. I can assure you, Ms. Kingsley, the demon is contained.

I bit my tongue to stop myself from reminding him of several incidents of contained demons escaping and wreaking havoc. He didnt strike me as being open to constructive criticism.