Chapter 18
5.20 p.m.
As she pushed, Julia waited for the clanking above the door. The brass bell had always sounded the same, as if it was in need of a good polish to rouse it from apathy and make it tinkle as cash walked into the shop. So different from the man who possessed it. Beelzebub, she called him. He was a tiny, half-bald man with bulging, piercing eyes that bored into your consciousness if you looked him in the eye for even a second. His horns and tail may be invisible but they were there. As was he. Still, after all this time, behind the deep, dark counter top that looked as if it could have supported the debauchery of Satan and all the fallen angels of the rebellion.
If this was where the fallen went then she must be in the right place. She must find him and let the flames o
