“Oh, well. I must have thought I saw something that looked suspicious. Guess I didn’t find it.” Shaking her head, she walked back to her cruiser, and drove away.
* * *
Sam Bittenbeidter felt a very strong presence of he Light as he approached her. Something needed to be done, and fast. It was time to strike.
“Hi, Perri,” he said as he walked up to her next to the train station where she waited.
“Good to see you again. I apologize for asking you to meet me last minute, but I wanted to spend some time with you. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh, it’s perfectly fine,” she answered.
In arms reach of her, he looked at her and realized she was a very attractive woman.
Her eyes twinkled as he took her in.
“Do you like my outfit?” she asked.
“Yes. You look very attractive in it.”
Now she smiled. “Why thank you. I’d like to get to know you better as well. You’re a very handsome man, yourself.”
“Hmmm. You have my attention. I’d say we need to spend a nice evening together, so I can get to know you better.”
“Okay. What did you have in mind?”
“I thought we’d enjoy some drinks and conversation at the exclusive club on Massachusetts Avenue. It used to be a mansion, and now, is very elegantly appointed, and good for a quiet evening of drinks and good conversation.”
“Sounds positively opulent. Am I appropriately dressed?”
“You are not only appropriately dressed in evening wear, which is at once elegant and smart,” He smiled. “…but I really like your style.’
“Well, thank you,” Poisonous added.
“I look forward to finding out more about you.” The twinkle in his eyes broadcast his interest in her. To him she was not only a fellow demon, but a woman.
As he escorted her up Massachusetts Avenue from the DuPont Circle Metro station, arm in arm, they approached the elegant old mansion, which had been tastefully redone. He led her to a private booth, and asked her, “What would you have for a cocktail?”
“I’ll have a Morjim Goa,” she said. “A spicy Indian drink.”
A wave of his hand brought a host to their table.
“The lady will have a Morjim Goa, and I’ll have a bottle of Johnny Walker Honour, and a ten ounce tumbler chilled, please.”
As the host left, he asked, “So what do you do here in Washington?”
She said, “I dabble in many lines of business, but I have to say something before the night goes on.”
“Speak your mind.”
“I think we’d better discuss it later at your apartment. I wouldn’t want to disturb the clientele here.”
“So your question is disturbing? Huh. Well; we’ll certainly have to discuss this further.”
The evening went on in a comfortable fashion; each of them shared pleasantries, made each other laugh. She flirted, and he gamely charmed her in return.
“Well, let’s remove ourselves to my place,” he suggested.
Poisonous agreed. “Yes, let’s.”
The look of desire in her eyes did not escape his notice.
In Snakebite’s apartment, he led her to the living room area, and they sat down on the divan.
“May I just clear the air?” Poisonous asked.
“Why yes. Of course. Please do, in fact,” he replied.
“I know you’re a demon. I can smell it. And in fact, I find it very appealing.”
He hesitated at first, but relaxed. “Yes. I am. I’m known as Snakebite. I decided to come check on you at Lucifer’s suggestion, and make sure the Light doesn’t take you off track. I’ve heard that it envelops you where you live.”
“Lucifer suggested that I be watched? Well honestly, I’m glad you’re here, because the Light in my apartment is slowly driving me insane. Its effects on you are awful. I need someone like you around to keep me on my evil game. Thanks for coming to D.C.”
“I must admit, although it is Lucifer’s business, I’m pleasantly surprised at how enjoyable it is accompanying such an attractive woman.”
“Well, if I’m really that attractive, why don’t we find better things to do than talk?”
He smiled.
* * *
The ride home in the TNC car found her thinking. This Sam/Snakebite had really captured her attention: she had thought about their time together since she had left his condo. Feelings had started growing in her heart, which surprised her. Was she falling for a demon? At least he was a demon, and not a human, especially with the Light in him. No. This had to be wrong. Demons don’t fall in love.” Do they? She couldn’t stop thinking about him, and actually smiled all the way home.
Sixteen
Monday, September 15th
Barbara Haywood paced the floor in her office. No reports had come in since she issued the All Points Bulletin to catch this Indian woman who was their chief suspect in many criminal acts. She sat back down at her desk, and called her immediate subordinate, Colonel Bryson Jackson to her office.
“Colonel Jackson; we’ve had the APB out for this female suspect for almost a week, and there have been no sightings. I find this a bit disturbing, to be quite frank. You have any ideas or information?”
“Well, Chief. We have not seen her on the streets, but we do have security footage on the Metro of her. We’ve found that she typically gets in at the Mt Vernon Square/7th St-Convention Center Station. There is footage there of her riding the train. We just recently have her riding to the DuPont Circle station. Of course, when she leaves the station, we lose track of her.”
“Well, I’m not sure how she does it, but we need to be careful when we approach her. Anybody
