It’s like a spell you know,
Down a spiral you will go.
Who’s love will you steal?
His Money makes you richer.
His touch makes you feel?
Let loves flame flicker.
The Devils Dues by Bo’s Big Swing Band
Released 1963
The next morning, for a few moments, I lie awake in bed and wonder if last nights visit really happened. Kellie’s warm body lies beside me, inviting me to stay but from the corner of my eye I see Killervolt’s file, still sitting in the living room with its contents strewn around the coffee table. It’s a toxic siren, it calls me to rise from this comfortable cocoon of a bed and to make plans today for what will be an uncertain tomorrow.
I carefully slip out of the bed and onto the cold wooden floor. Merciful grey-red filtered light from the cloud covered sky lets me fumbl
