If they’d done that, then Deb must be frantic. Even if Michael hadn’t yet reached out to the authorities, she’d insist that the police be called in immediately. Not that it would do any good.
With an effort, Audrey pulled her thoughts away from those worries. She couldn’t do anything about what any of them were doing. She could only focus on where she was now.
Who she was with.
“What do you use the portals for?” Audrey asked.
The Whitcomb-demon set his spoon down in the empty bowl and gave her an unreadable look. “I would think that was obvious enough.”
“You bring things through,” she said. “But for what purpose? To infest more houses, possess more people? It’s not as if there’s been a rash of demon possessions in the news.”
“You know very well that people don’t immediately ascribe a
