Matthias’s second in command was still tall and built and deadly… and the fucker was smiling like he’d found the golden egg on Easter morning.
Oh, shit, Isaac thought. Speak of the devil…
“You’re under arrest.” The cop’s hi-how’re-ya came from behind him, and less than a heartbeat later, he was in cuffs. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a…”
Isaac spared the officer a glance and then searched out the other soldier. But XOps’ number two was gone as if he’d never been.
Son of a bitch. His old boss knew where he was now.
Which meant the fact that a Boston PD unit was all over his ass was the least of his problems.
CHAPTER 2
Caldwell, New York
As Jim Heron stood on the front lawn of the McCready Funeral Home in Caldwell, he could picture the inside sure as if he’d already been in the brick two-story: Orientals on the floors, paintings of foggy flower arrangements on the walls, bunches of rooms with double doors and lots of floor space.
From his limited experience with them, funeral homes were like fast-food restaurants-they all kind of looked the same. Then again, he guessed that made sense. Just like there were only so many ways to doctor up a burger, he imagined dead bodies were likewise.
Shit… he couldn’t believe he was going in to see his own corpse.
Had he really died just two days ago? Was this now his life?
With the way things were going, he felt like some godforsaken frat boy who’d woken up in a strange bed going, Are these my clothes? Did I have a good time last night?
At least he could answer those: The leather jacket and combat boots he had on were his, and he had not had a good time the night before. He was responsible for battling a demon over the souls of seven people, and although he’d won the first contest, he was gearing up for the next one without knowing who the target was. And he was still learning the tricks to the angel trade. And, hello, he now had wings.