Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Nick slammed on the brakes in front of The Witch’s Brew and shut the car off. Not wasting time with anything else, he got out with the Berretta in one hand and the Israeli Eagle in the other. Double checking to make sure both weapons had the safety off, he approached the door taking note of the fact that it was ajar.

Nudging the door open the rest of the way, Nick stared in horror at the state the shop was in. The large bookshelves had been pulled across the floor, blocking the doorway to the back rooms and… the place looked like a tornado had hit it. He heard a light sniffle and walked around a shelving unit that was leaning awkwardly in the middle of the shop floor.

He raised both guns when he saw the two demons lying dead on the floor and his feet crunched on something that he knew wasn’t glass. Looking down, he almost smiled when he saw the rock salt scattered along the floor then looked up at the sprinkler system… the nozzles were white. The old man had taken h