“It was a mixed marriage,” he says.
“I see why you made the deal. If I had to work with family, I’d prefer Hell too.”
“Yeah. Maybe I’ll sell you my soul back,” he says. Then quickly, “I’m only kidding.”
“I know, Mike. I know.”
We go back to the Porsche. Mike’s cousins beat on the dead car, smiling at us like they’re tenderizing steaks for our dinner.
I get out my phone and dial Amanda Fischer’s number. She answers on the fifth ring.
“I don’t recognize your number. How did you get this one?”
“Don’t you know me, Amanda?” I say in my spookiest Hail Satan voice. “It’s Mr. Macheath.”
The line goes quiet. I hear breathing, then, “This doesn’t sound like Mr. Macheath. How do I know it’s you?”
I try to remember what happened when I met her and her Devil toadies at the Chateau Marmont with Lucifer 1.0.
“I have the lovely pyx you gave me on the mantel in my library.”
“Master!”
“New rule. Don’t call me ‘master.’ Lucifer will do.”
“Yes, Lucifer. What can I do for you, Master?”
This shit again. Why are all Hellions and devil worshippers bottoms?
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“It’s quite all right. Now I need you to do some things for me. I need some information.”
“Yes, Lucifer. What kind of information?”
“I want everything you can find about a place called Blue Heaven. Where it is. How you get in.”
“I didn’t think anywhere was barred to you.”
“You’ll notice that part of the name includes the word ‘Heaven.’ All Heavens have a waiting list to get in and my name is at the bottom.”
“Of course, Lucifer. Sorry.”
Candy looks bored. She gets out of the car, goes back to the garage, and starts talking to the shorter vucari. By her body language she’s flirting.
“What do you know about this ghost girl running around town?”
“Our mediums say she’s a hungry ghost. A spirit that will never be satisfied no matter how much she devours. She’s killed a lot of people.”
“I know. A lot of Sub Rosa.”
“Not just Sub Rosa. Ordinary mortals too. In fact, she’s killed members of our temple. When I knew it was you, I was hoping you’d returned to save us.”
Now Candy is flirting with the taller vucari. She glances over her shoulder at the shorter one and she and Ivan laugh together. The short vucari isn’t pounding on the car anymore.
“Of course I’m here to save my followers. But I have to know which of my flocks are worthy of saving. Yours isn’t the only temple in California, Amanda.”
“Of course. We’ll prove ourselves worthy of you.”