Page 10 of Demons Dig Donuts

Mr. Heiss scowled. That was apparently his default expression. “Feisty thing, aren’t you?”

“Plenty more where that came from,” Indy bit back. “Let me out of this chair and I’ll show you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a large shadow looming.

Ah, the leshy.

At least he had some backup.

“You’re not going anywhere until I find a way to remove that ring,” Mr. Heiss said firmly. “I don’t know how you stole it or why—”

“Hey! I didn’t steal shit!” Indy snapped. “Some crazy old guy did this, okay?”

Mr. Heiss raised a brow. “Human?”

“Magical at the least, but yeah, human. Said his name was Charlie or Chancy or—”

“Clancy?”

“Yup. That’s it.”

Mr. Heiss frowned, stalking around to sit down at the desk. His scowl managed to become more scowlier and his brow furrowed up tight.

“What? You know him or something?”

Mr. Heiss ignored him.

“Hey!” a male voice shouted. “It’s three o’clock. Time to let me out for me afternoon walkies, geebag.”

It sounded muffled, as if the person speaking was inside a closet, but it seemed close.

Mr. Heiss ignored the voice too, lost in thought and drumming his long fingers along the edge of the desk. Indy knew it wasn’t real since it was part of his human disguise, but he couldn’t help but notice that Mr. Heiss had nice hands. Elegant fingers, well-manicured nails, and the way they moved was oddly hypnotic.

It was hard to truly appreciate them at the moment since they were attached to a kidnapping asshole.

Indy glared. “So, why don’t we—”

“Quiet. I’m thinking.”

“Takes a lot of work, huh? Really got to concentrate? I guess that makes sense when your brain is the size of a peanut.”

“I will gag you.”

“Joke’s on you. I’m into that shit.”

“Hey! Listen here, yeh bunch of horny fuckers! If yis don’t let me out, I’m going to start singin’!” the voice threatened before clearing his throat. “In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set me eyes on Molly Malone! As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through fuckin’ streets broad and narrow—”

The quality of the voice’s singing was comparable to a cat in heat, though the cat would have been preferable.

Indy cringed, and he swore he heard the leshy whine.

Mr. Heiss groaned and opened a drawer, reaching in to grab something. He slammed it on the desk, shouting, “There! Now shut up.”

It was a skull.

It was a human skull with glowing red eyes and a gold crown stapled to the top.

Of course.