Randy expected all the crap to blow over after he sent Ruby — no, Lucy — to take Ruby out of the picture because she — Ruby — knew that he’d accidentally sort of killed Lucy — no, Trudy — with that dang hypo. That’s what Randy expected, only here he was in his bomb shelter with Lucy, and now she was hitting him up for a payoff. Dangit, the Good One got herself poisoned to death, the Bad One tried to blackmail him, and now the Ugly One wanted money for the murder she’d committed, not him. Money, money, money, that’s all any of ‘em ever cared about. And this was a demon he had no damn idea how to exorcize.
sheshe’dSo here he stood, Randy, muttering, fumbling around for the light switch in his bomb shelter, a big ol’ system of underground rooms that had already been here when he’d bought the
