S.M. Blooding/Whiskey Witches – Excerpt

S.M. Blooding/Whiskey Witches – Excerpt

“Thanks for understanding.” Dexx opened the door to Paige’s room, supper in a bag in his teeth, his left arm full of folders.

Brian followed him into the room carrying an over-filled case box. “To be honest, the fewer people who know how many rules I’m breaking right now, the better.”

“Right.” Dexx dumped the folders on the small table and stashed supper in a chair. He pulled the round table closer to the center of the room, then wiggled the crocheted Brian doily out from under the paperwork, setting it on the bureau. He took the bottle of sedatives out of his jacket pocket before draping it over the back of a floral canvased chair.

“How’s she doing?”

Dexx sat on the edge of the bed and checked her pulse. Not that he counted her heartbeats like someone who actually knew what the hell he was doing. Half of him checked to make sure it was still beating in the first place. The other saw to the sigil on her arm. Black ink, just the way he’d left her. Good. He popped the top off the orange drug bottle and poured two little blue diazepam pills into his palm.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Sure.” Dexx shoved the two pills down her throat, feeling her tongue work as she fought to swallow and throw up at the same time. “Hand me that water bottle?”

Brian touched the bottle to Dexx’s shoulder. “Tell me again why she’s not at the clinic.”

“You really want a demon-possessed person running rampage in the clinic? Trust me.” Dexx dribbled some of the water down her throat, watching her swallow. “Also, I’m fairly certain the good doctor would try to tell you that the dosage we’re giving her would kill her.”

“Will it?”

“Doubt it.”

“Doubt it?”



Dexx stood, screwing the cap back on the water bottle. “Okay. Where do we start on the case?”

“Shouldn’t we wait for her?” Brian’s gaze stayed on Paige’s form.

“I need to see if she’s really in danger or if we have someone out there mucking with stuff they don’t understand.” God, he hoped it was just some moron.

“Okay.” The chief turned to the table. “What do you need to see?”

After an hour of studying the pictures, notes, and interviews, Dexx pushed away from the table with a headache.

Brian crossed his thick arms over his chest. “So what’s the verdict? Are we in danger?”


“Is she in danger?”

He wished she wasn’t. “Yes.” Dexx sighed and let his hands fall. “I don’t know how they found out about her gift, but someone did. The murders, the inane symbols? They were the bait. I’ve seen these symbols before on a past case. I doubt the sacrifices did much of anything. Whoever is behind this killed those three people to lure her out. The mandala was a test.”

“What kind?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it.



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