Losing Hope | {BOOK 4}

46| Crowley and Amos

"Hey, officer. I still haven't gotten my phone call!" Griffin called from inside his prison cell. "Do you think I could get a pizza delivered in here?"

A man not dressed in a uniform stopped in front of his cell, the keys in his hand.

"You're not the deputy," Griffin observed.

"Nope," the man confirmed, unlocking the cell.

As he entered, Griffin backed up further in the cell.

"Boss's son's been making a mess in town," the man continued, pulling out a knife, "and it's my job to clean it up. Nothing personal."

As the man lunged toward the young boy, he was suddenly stopped short and looked up to see the Devil's Trap Sam and I had put on the ceiling of the cell.

"Nice work, Griffin," Sam said as we made ourselves known to the demon.

"So, Crowley and Amos?" I quirked an eyebrow. "Huh."

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"Rise and shine, buttercup," I pulled the hood off the demon's head.

We'd brought him back to the motel, tying him up in a chair over another Devil's Trap.

"Now... about what you were saying."

"What's Crowley doing with Amos?" Sam asked.

"Don't know, don't care," the demon responded in a bored tone. "Wouldn't tell you if I did."

"Hmm," I nodded my head.

"Well, we already know he's growing up fast," Sam continued.

"Yeah, well, demon souls- they do a body good. Little Muppet tore through half my buds before Crowley put him on a diet. He didn't like that. Started sneaking out to get his fill. You know how kids are. But Daddy put his foot down."

In a surge of anger, I lunged forward, putting a knife to the demon's throat.

"Where's he hiding him?" I growled.

"I'm happy to keep gossiping with you both," he laughed, "but you want actionable intelligence? Torture me if you want. I know you'll just kill me anyway."

"Hmm. Well, looks like a stalemate to me," I looked to Sam. "I guess we go ahead and kill him right now."

"No, no, no," Sam shook his head, walking toward me. "Ellie, wait. We can exorcise him."

"What?" 

"Save his meatsuit."

"My two cents?" the demon piped up. "You exorcise me, you let me smoke out of here, I give you my word not to tell Crowley."

I scoffed, not believing him for a second.

"Hey, you heard me," the demon insisted as Sam looked at him quizzically. "He's hardly my favorite guy at the moment. I-"

"Wait a second," Sam cut him off. "Shut up."

Moving in closer, Sam pulled down the top of the demon's shirt aside to reveal a bullet wound.

"Well, would you look at that," I said smugly.

"There's no way his suit survived that wound," Sam added.

"Mm-hm. Alright."

Sam walked away, running his fingers through his hair and shaking his head.

"Crap," the demon swore.

I just smirked, stabbing him in the chest with the demon blade. I left to get rid of the meat suit while Sam stayed behind with the demon's phone. He managed to hack into it and got the coordinates of his call history. He had to have been tailing Amos because he had been at the Lizzie Borden House, the bar where Sydney got her soul taken and the spot where Griffin said Amos approached him.