Naturally, I had had sex with actual murderers in the past . . . but, well, this wasn’t something I wanted to make a habit of. Luis found me right away and handed me a drink. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. And I know that can’t be true since they stay away from these kinds of soirees.” I shook my head and took down the drink. Appletini. A bit froofy for my tastes, but hey, it had alcohol in it. I wasn’t about to knock that after what I’d seen today. “Long story,” I said evasively. “Okay.” He sipped his own drink. “So, how’d you like your first day in court?” “It’s . . . depressing. Nobody cares. Someone was asleep on the jury.” “Only one?” “Luis, I’m serious.” “I know,” he said unhappily. “And so am I. That’s how these things work.” I stared off across the room, absentmindedly watching a couple of demons who seemed to be . . . very close friends. One appeared to have an astonishingly long tongue. Like, Gene Simmons long.
