Page 165 of Demons Dig Donuts

Indy bolted up and away from Mr. Heiss with a gasp. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Mr. Heiss reached for Indy. “Are you all right? Can you breathe?”

“I’m fine! It’s not that!” Indy cried. “Listen. Holy shit. Holy shit. We have to go. We gotta go right now. I understand we were having a moment and you were not so secretly hinting that you want to pay my stalker a visit, super hot, we will get back to that, but I know who fucking tried to kill Misingno!”

“Excuse me?”

“Post-nut clarity, bitch!”

“But we didn’t—”

“Time to go!”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

“It was the sweet nut of sharing our feelings,” Indy explained as they headed outside to the limo. “The climax of companionship. The release of romance. The, uh, dopamine of doing, uh, big emotional talks. That is what brought me such a moment of brilliance.”

“You only wanted to assign brilliance to something filthy,” Mr. Heiss grumbled as he opened the door for Indy to get in. “Tell me why you’re so sure.”

“The knocking! King said something weird about knock, knock, knock earlier and it made me think of it!” Indy crawled over the seat to make room for Mr. Heiss. “When we first met Misingno, Nyp did all that weird knocking, right? To let Misingno know that we were coming! When we went back that second time—”

“He didn’t knock.” Mr. Heiss scoffed, getting settled next to Indy. “Son of a bitch.”

“The only reason he wouldn’t knock is because he knew Misingno was already dead. And the only reason he’d know that is if he killed him.”

“That is quite a conclusion to draw. There are other possibilities. He could have been impatient. Maybe he was feeling extra annoying.”

“Or maybe he didn’t kill Misingno himself, but he knew he was already dead because he’s working with the real murderers!” Indy declared.

Mr. Heiss was already on his phone, texting rapidly. “We shall see.”

The limo pulled off from the curb, and Gammy appeared on the adjacent seat. “Oh! Where are we off to now?” She eyed the two of them. “Is everyone getting along or do I need to start drawing? Hmm?”

Mr. Heiss pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead.

“Oops.” Indy shook his head, making his earrings swing around. “Sorry, but she’s along for the ride. Hey! You should be happy. We have a super powerful witch to help us!”

“Help you what?” Gammy asked curiously.

“Accuse a demon of murder.”

“Oh! How exciting!”

Mr. Heiss’s phone buzzed, and then he scowled angrily as he read over a new message. “Oh, we’re going to be doing a bit more than accusing.”

“We are?” Indy asked.

“Nyp has apparently opened up a club…”

“And that’s bad?”

“Oh, it’s very bad. For him.” Mr. Heiss actually smiled, and it was wicked and terrible and insanely hot. “Because this we have evidence of. This we know that he didn’t ask for permission from the family, from me, and now I can tear him into little, teeny, tiny pieces, set those pieces on fire, grind them up into fucking dust, feed them to a dog, wait for the dog to shit them out, and then—”

“Easy, easy, baby. Maybe don’t involve a dog. That just seems cruel to the dog.”

“Fine. A cat then.”