Some knowledge isn't worth the pain

Fiona sat on the edge of the bed. Antonio positioned himself between her thighs. He seized her hips. His cock slipped inside her. He fucked her with mindless bestial abandon. Fiona's horns and wings extended outward, preparing for his soul to be released inside her. He groaned and twitched and shot his cum deep inside Fiona demonic pussy. His body shriveled instantly and collapsed to the floor.

Fiona sat up and peered at the desiccated husk formerly known as Antonio Santana. "You deserved much worse."

Satisfied, Fiona regained her composure and got dressed. She leaned over Clair's unconscious body. "You're in for quite a shock tomorrow. I don't know who will find your shriveled up husband first, you or the police. Either way, you're taking the fall for the night club murder. I can't thank you enough, Clair. It is, however, a fitting end for someone who enslaves young women for her own sexual pleasure."

Fiona dressed then collected the envelope and walked downstairs. She strolled into a small office filled with files and literature, all neatly organized. At the room's center was a large desk where Antonio spent most of his time. She opened the bottom drawer of the desk and extracted a small black lockbox. With a snap of her fingers, the box popped open. The 9mm Belgian revolver and its forged registration papers in Antonio's brother's name were inside.

"That should be easy enough for them to find," Fiona said to herself.

She left the opened lockbox on the desk and walked out the front door to Drayce's car.

"What took so long?" Drayce asked.

"I had an unexpected run-in with Antonio's wife," Fiona replied as she got in passenger side.

"Oh? Is she..."

"She's alive, but come tomorrow she will wish she wasn't."

"Why?" Drayce asked.

"I'll explain on the way back to Markus' house. I've got a special delivery for him."

****

It was late at night when Drayce and Fiona arrived back at Markus Santana's slum house.

"Wait here," Fiona said.

She left Drayce's car and carefully stepped over the front yard litter. She climbed the sagging porch and knocked on Markus' door. He cracked open the door slowly, then opened it fully.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked brazenly.

"Here," Fiona said, handing him the unmarked envelope.

Markus opened the envelope and read the letter. "What the hell is this? There's no way my brother would write something like this! He would never confess to everything he has done."

"You don't have to believe it," Fiona said. "But the police who search your house tomorrow morning need to believe it. They will come looking for a 9mm Belgian revolver, which you will tell them is in your brother's possession."

"And why would I do that, lady?" Markus asked.

"Because your brother is dead. There's no reason for you to protect him anymore. You can finally get on with your own life without being your brother's scapegoat. This is a fresh start for you, Markus. Don't blow it."

Markus stood there dumbfounded. Fiona turned her back to him and stepped off the porch.

He stopped her. "Wait! Are you an angel?" he asked.

Fiona turned and giggled, "I'm far from an angel."

A tear ran down Markus' face. "Thank you, whoever you are."

Fiona got back into Drayce's car. He started the engine and drove off. An uneasy silence haunted their drive back to Fiona's lair. Drayce parked under the overpass that Fiona called home.

"That was quite a noble thing you did," Drayce said. "Not quite the behavior I'd expect from a demon."

"I did it for my own benefit. Don't get things twisted."

Drayce snickered, "Well, everything turned out alright, even though we didn't find who killed Phoebe."

"Yeah, I suppose. Tomorrow I'll be free and clear of the night club murder. That should at least get your boss off your neck."

"Yeah, one less thing to worry about," Drayce admitted.

Fiona turned to Drayce. "They will probably try to pin Phoebe's murder on Antonio though, you realize this, right?"

Drayce nodded his head. "It doesn't matter. We know the truth, and once you perform this ritual, we'll know for sure who killed my wife."

Fiona paused for a moment. "Are you sure that's what you want?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure, more than anything," he replied. "I can't rely on old fashioned police work for this. I have to know exactly what happened that night."

Fiona sat in silent contemplation for a moment. "We'll make plans for the two remaining items we need tomorrow. Meet me here when you get off work."

"Okay," he agreed.

Fiona opened the passenger door, stepped out, then closed it. She watched as Drayce put the car in reverse, easing back into the access road. He waved at her as he drove into the night.

Fiona stood there, reflecting on all that had transpired today.

"I hope you have the strength to live with the answers you seek, Drayce Knight."

A small tear escaped the corner of Fiona's eye.

"Some knowledge isn't worth the pain."

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