KISSERA LET THE DOOR close behind her without the slightest look back. Huh. Well, Lucifer would be damned if he was going to sit on his hands and let her to do all the investigating. He had his own sources.
He left Kissera's apartment unsure of where to go. Demon contacts were out of the question. Asking a demon to find a way to injure him was asking for trouble down the road. Even a human could figure that out. Now there was an idea. He knew just the human he could use. With renewed purpose, he banked left and headed toward midtown.
In better years, the area was a thronging mass of humanity. Power suits and tourists jockeyed for position on the sidewalk between halal chicken carts, fruit stands and the odd person handing out fliers in front of a cell phone store. The giant hole in the
