Hell You Say by Josh Lanyon

Hell You Say by Josh Lanyon

Author:Josh Lanyon [Lanyon, Josh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Josh Lanyon
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

If it bleeds, it leads. By late afternoon I had declined an interview with one local news station and three local papers.

What were they hoping to hear? How I’d always known from the way Angus mixed Elizabeth Peters and Ellis Peters that one day he’d run amuck? That his bad habit of sticking price tags smack center in the face of book covers would lead him to ruin?

I ate lunch in the stockroom, catching up on paperwork and listening to the radio. Jake was correct. Angus’s court-appointed lawyer had been immediately replaced by Martin Grosser. Grosser, a high-profile defense attorney, worked as a commentator for Court TV, and pretty much reserved his services for the high and mighty. He did not typically work pro bono, but there was no way Angus could afford his fees. Not that I got how it was in Grosser’s interests to represent the latest pretender to Charlie Manson’s throne.

Angus had a bail hearing set for the following day. Personally, I thought he was probably safer in jail, judging by the tenor of most of the news stories. There was a lot of crap about Satanism on the air and the signs parents should watch for in their own children — starting with an interest in heavy metal or New Age rock music and shimmy shimmy ko-ko bopping right on down the line to drug use and burglary.

There was a startling amount of misinformation out there.

Not that the basic tenets of Satanism weren’t startling all on their own. There were a few commonsense rules like not complaining about stuff you didn’t need to subject yourself to, but there were more troubling recommendations, like When walking in open territory, bother no one. If one bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

Say again? Was that symbolic destruction, or magical destruction, or a practical application like slicing and dicing classmates?

“Did you know he was a devil worshipper?” Velvet inquired, after we had hung up on our fourth journalist that day.

No need to ask to whom she referred. “No,” I said shortly. Naturally she would be curious about her forerunner, but I didn’t want to discuss Angus like he was past tense — jailed and the key thrown away.

“Did he ever talk about…stuff?”

“No.” That seemed a bit curt, so I added, “He wasn’t a gabby guy.”

“Did he work for you a long time?”

“Not quite a year.” And his predecessor had been murdered. I was going to have to take another look at the benefits package I offered my employees.

“I used to know a girl involved in that stuff.”

“Good friend?”

“No,” she murmured. “It’s hard to get close to people like that.”

“Why do you think that is?”

She laughed. I’d never heard her laugh before. It came out unexpectedly shrill. “I don’t know! They don’t want to be close to other people. They don’t need them.”

“It’s a lonely way to live.”

“Being alone is not the same as lonely.”

“That’s true.” I handed her the list of reserved and requested books that had arrived with that day’s shipment.


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