Page 23 of Grave Humor

“Eoghan,” he replied. “Eoghan Olin.”

“You must have awoken for a brief time during the age of the Celts to have picked up that name. It is fitting you would show up here and choose someone like her.”

“I definitely dislike when she screams,” Eoghan muttered.

The incubus snickered. “You’ll have to work on that. You want to make your woman scream. It’s the best.”

The angel shook his wings, hopped off the steps, and kicked the incubus. “I do not know why I put up with you.”

“You love me. You’d be sad and lonely without me. I keep your life interesting.”

The angel heaved a sigh. “Do not antagonize Mr. Olin. We are not here to antagonize. We are here to verify the truth, which I have.”

“Do you need to verify the part about the murder and the attempted murder?” I asked.

“The CDC spoke to Mr. Olin about such matters.”

“You are too tired for such questionings,” Eoghan said.

Okay. I could work with that. “I need to take my medications and get to my errands so I can have my pixie dust tonight. Is there anything else you need from me?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.” The angel returned to my front steps, held out his hand, and a briefcase appeared in a flash of bright light. “I was asked to deliver this, as it has vital information on Mr. Olin’s estates, financial investments, and so on. Inside, you’ll find critical paperwork, a laptop, and how to access the files you’ll need to modernize your new companion and help him handle his affairs.”

I took the briefcase and swallowed my sigh. “I’m not being paid nearly well enough to deal with this.”

“You will find the CDC’s proposal for your hiring contract, benefits, and so on inside as well. Mr. Olin had made the request for a fair hiring arrangement for modern times with some additions. You will find you are being paid quite well for the work. He was very concerned over your fair treatment.”

The hells would start freezing over if things continued to go my way for once in my life. I’d have to send a card to the devil asking him for his forgiveness for running up his electric bill. “Some additions?”

“He requested your salary be marked up, as humans do not change that much over the years, and the averages are rarely what the staff are worth, and he would not like to take advantage of you in that fashion. Sacrifice truly is a poor term for the work of a high-grade executive secretary, Mr. Olin.”

The angel’s implication Eoghan might take advantage of me in other ways caught my attention and did a good job of holding it. Rather than ask, I narrowed my eyes and considered the headless being.

“Executive what?” Eoghan asked.

The angel sighed.

I couldn’t understand how a headless being spoke or sighed, so I moved on to my next problem: Eoghan. “I don’t think executive secretaries existed when men wore dresses and loin cloths, Mr. Angel.”

“Dimitri,” the angel replied. “The annoyance on your lawn is Theo. I expect we’ll be in touch again, as my residence while on the mortal coil is a rather short distance away by mundane methods of travel. Fortunately, we can both teleport, which makes this easier.”

“Wait, you live here?”

Dimitri pointed behind him. “It would take you approximately two hours to drive if you went that way.”

I could only think of one somewhat major city about two hours away from Sunset in the general direction the angel had pointed. “You live in Huntsville?”

“Not precisely, but close enough.”

“Do you have a phone number I can reach you at in case I have any questions?”

“My business card is in the briefcase, along with contact information for our wife.”

Wait. What? “Our wife? As in you two are sharing a wife?”

“Yes, our wife. I am a part of a triad with Theo. Our wife enjoys vexing us at every opportunity.”

Some women had all the luck. She had an angel and a sex demon? “So his taste in women is restricted to only your wife?”