I nodded. “You could have stayed and talked it over with the cops.”
“No. The hoax was very elaborate and I suspect it would have worked. At best we would have suffered the indignity of a protracted questioning. We have better things to do with our time.”
“Sure. So—who did the killing?”
His face again hardened. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“They sent me to find out. Maybe even bring back the killer, if he’s here.”
He laughed a short bark and for once the men behind him came to life, also laughing, but it didn’t warm me up. I felt like I was putting my arm into a snake pit.
“What we are talking about isn’t human,” said the dwarf. “It has many names. You would call it a demon, I suppose. An agent of Satan. In fact, there are several of them. We know them as the Angels of Malice. Ter
