Page 21 of Deliver us from Evil

“Moreover, brethren, I would not that ye should be ignorant, how that all our fathers were under the cloud, and all passed through the sea. And were all baptized unto Moses in the cloud and—”

Apollo cuts me off with a wave of his hand. “Stop, stop. What use is that?”

“What were you expecting?” I ask, sitting back, closing the book, and putting it down on the cushion beside me. “A map?”

“Something inspiring,” he says. “Not random—” He waves his hand again. “Forget it. I’ll go find Cass and meet you at the garage.”

I shake my head, letting out a long sigh as he closes the door behind him. Something inspiring?

I should have flipped to Revelations instead, read him chapter twenty verse ten.

And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.

Maybe knowing that God had special plans for our Ghosts once they passed over would haveinspiredhim.

My apartment door bursts open.

Apollo stands there in the doorway, hair disheveled, eyes wide.

I’m already on my feet, ready to attack whoever’s behind him. But he just grins at me, claps his hands.

“I love that fucking book!” he yells, pointing at Trinity’s gold-trimmed bible.

“What—”

He waves away the question, beckoning me to follow him. “We have to get to town, now!”

“Apollo, what—”

“I know how to find her, Rube!” His grin is infectious, especially paired with the exact words I’ve been waiting to hear all day.

I know how to find her.

Chapter Ten

Apollo

“Wifi password,” I bark out at the first waitress I see.

Her head moves back as she gives me a filthy stare, then she clicks her tongue. “All right,” she says. “Settle down.” Still frowning, she points with her chin. “Where you sitting?”

I’m about to frisk her for the damn password when someone’s shoulder brushes mine. The waitress turns from me, and her frown dissolves instantly.

Should’ve listened to Rube. He told me to let Cass go in first. Nothing loosens lips like Cass’s face.

“Hey, darlin’,” Cass says, slipping in front of me. “We’re outside, table twelve. Can’t pass up a chance to watch that glorious sunset, now can we?”

I don’t even know what accent he’s putting on. But it doesn’t matter, because it works. He’s barely done speaking before the waitress is fumbling in her apron. “We got these paper thingies now,” she’s saying, her eyes glued on Cass as she rummages around. “They’re changing it like every day.”

“I hear you,” Cass says. He sticks his arm around his back and pushes me away with his fingertips.

I guess he can’t work his magic when I’m glaring at his conquest from behind his shoulder and willing them to get on with it. I grit my teeth, but I back off and go back outside.

Rube looks up as I thump down on the wrought iron chair. We chose a spot a little away from the rest, although this time of day, the town is pretty quiet. Everyone looks a little tired, like the drove of students they must have had in this place earlier today exhausted them.

Redwater’s only diner is a nice enough place, but I’m itching to be on the road and headed toward wherever Trinity is. And that waitress back there has my hands tied.

Rube had to hot-wire Sister Miriam’s old Ford to get us here. No idea why she left it behind—maybe she went on the bus—but it saved us because Zach’s SUV wasn’t in the garage. We’ll have to switch cars before we leave here, of course. Rube’s been eyeing an old truck parked next to the liquor store that has dust on the windscreen. If we can get it to start, then hopefully it won’t be missed before we’re far enough along to where we need to go.

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