Chapter Six
It was an abandoned warehouse in a neighborhood of abandoned things. Outside, there was only the sound of our footsteps crossing the frost pocked parking lot and the distant susurrus of freeway traffic going somewhere else. From inside, I could hear the angry heartbeat of boosted bass. There were a few other cars in the lot and a cluster of motorcycles nearer the door. A loading dock was the porch. The entry door was constructed of rusty iron panels riveted together, and spray painted with day glow hieroglyphs. “SATANZ SISTAHZ!” read the largest, and below that “GRRLZ ONLY!”
The girl who opened the door was wearing nothing but a smile and a dog collar.
“Hi, Maya,” chirped Sin. “Were you expecting the pizza guy?”
Maya made a formal little bow. “Welcome, Mistress Luna. I sa
