CHAPTER 3
I pace the dusty floor of an abandoned auto plant in Middle Purgatory. Lincoln’s note was most specific. Any second now, he’ll show up so we can kill us a Durus demon, a metal-loving monster that I’ve never had the fun of skewering before. Nice. After the unpleasantness with Adair at the Ghost Tower, I could sure use the break.
I scan the dimly-lit factory, my senses on high alert for any sign of the Durus. All I find is a huge building whose tiled floor is covered in a maze of winding conveyor belts. Random auto parts are stacked into towering piles. No Durus, though.
Bummer.
A strange noise sounds a few feet behind me: a low half-cough.
Spinning about, I find a familiar outline waiting for me in the shadows. Someone tall with broad shoulders, military bearing, and a mop of
