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Three factions rule Southern Archaides: the human faction - known as The Delegation, the demon faction - known as The Underground, and the saint faction - known as The Syndicate. But power between the three is far from equal and there are those who seek to change that at any cost.
Angel is a breed - half human, half demon - working for a private investigator in the city of New Hope. But when her boss goes missing she finds herself plunged into a world of spies, lies, murder plots, and deadly secrets.
It's a tangled web to unravel and for every answer Angel uncovers, a dozen new questions emerge. Someone is trying to pit the three factions against each other, but who and why? It's up to Angel to find out before all out war buries Southern Archaides in ash.
“So what’s up with the goons? Are you having me followed?”
“Only since this morning. I figured you’d show up at Bo’s eventually.” He drummed his blunt fingers on the table. “Sorry about bringing up bad memories over The Boneyard, but it was the only thing I could think of that might get you to come.”
Angel shrugged. “It worked. So why did you want to see me? I have a feeling it’s not so you can tell me where Bo is, even though I think you know.”
His fingers stilled. “I brought you here to tell you to back off. Stay out of this, Angel. It’s way too big for you.”
“You expect me to abandon Bo on your say so?” She laughed. “You’re crazy if you really believe I would do that. Where is he, Rez? What were you looking for in his office?”
“Still the same old Angel. Still living your life all about Bo. Wonderful, noble, heroic, Bo.” He snorted. “Tell me how noble it is to take a scared kid off the street and turn her into your little puppet.”
Angel stiffened. “Everything I’ve done is to repay Bo for taking me in and giving me a reason to live. It’s called gratitude, look it up.”
Rez’s lip curled back over his teeth. “Yeah, Bo gave you a reason to live all right. He also gave you a home and a family, then he took it all away. What do you owe him for that?”
“I didn’t fit in at the Shelter. Bo taking me out was the best thing for everyone involved.”
“You are so...” Rez growled, curling his hands into fists and shaking them. The muscles in his arms bulged. “Pigheaded, stubborn, stupid.... You still believe that bullshit? Bo took you out of the Shelter because of me. Because we were getting too close and he was afraid somebody besides him would have some influence over you. He was afraid he was losing control. I tried to tell you that the night you left, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“And I’m not listening now.” Angel drew her pistol and was on her feet in one quick motion which would have caught anybody less familiar with her completely off-guard.
Rez caught Angel’s wrist and held it tight enough to show he meant business. The barrel of the gun was pointed right between his eyes. “I could break your arm.”
“And I could shoot you in the face.” Angel’s finger hovered over the trigger.
“But you won’t.”
She thumbed back the hammer. “Try me.”