Page 166 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Why involve an animal at all?”

Mr. Heiss growled. “Something is going to shit him out! I don’t care what!”

“Is this a new kink? Because look, you’re sexy. Like, so sexy. But I do have limits.”

“Christ.”

Gammy giggled.

Mr. Heiss blinked them over to the club, no doubt uninterested in continuing this discussion for a second longer than he had to. Indy peeked out the windows to try and discern where they were, but it was difficult to be sure. Possibly still within the city limits, but maybe off the interstate judging by the clusters of woods and the skyline of Somerstown being a glowing blob peeking over the treeline.

The club looked to be an old truck stop, fairly large with two stories, though the gas pumps had been removed and the big windows were covered from the inside with thick black cloth. The framework for the pumps remained, and each was covered in strings of multicolored lights shaped like stars, under which patrons clustered together to smoke and chat together.

The limo pulled right up to the front where a large bouncer stood between the front doors and the long line winding around the side of the building. Even from out here, the bass from the music pumping away inside rattled the windows. The patrons were dressed in an assortment of colorful nylon and spandex and covered in glitter and bright makeup. Under different circumstances, Indy might actually enjoy coming here to party.

Everyone appeared human, but Indy had the very strong feeling they were not.

The door of the limo opened, and Azazel, also looking quite human, poked his head inside. “Hey, boss.” He looked at Indy. “Boss’s, uh… friend.”

“Tell me everything,” Mr. Heiss said, his own disguise firmly in place as he stepped out.

“This is one of two locations from the list of distributors that Nyp went off to investigate for us,” Azazel said with a soft scoff. “Thought it was kinda weird he wanted them specifically, and then he told us there was nothing there.”

Mr. Heiss offered Indy his hand to help him out, glaring at Azazel. “And you didn’t think to come check back sooner?”

Azazel took a step back as if expecting to get hit. “Not yet, but it was definitely on the list of shit to do. We’ve been pushing leads we found at the other locations, but—”

“Leads that haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Yes, boss.” Azazel cringed. “But look! After you told us he might not be exactly on the up and up, I decided to come check it out myself.”

“And found a fucking rave?” Indy nudged Mr. Heiss. “See? Why else would he lie about it? Guilty.”

“So guilty!” Gammy agreed, popping up beside Indy and hovering close.

Azazel blinked. “Is that…?”

“Hi!” Gammy waved. “Yes.”

“You should probably wait in the limo,” Mr. Heiss grumbled lightly.

“Not a chance!” Gammy vanished, but her voice was still audible as she taunted, “See? I can be incognito. Ha!”

Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes, but he was quick to get back on track. “Nyp is in a world of shit for opening up his own club without permission or paying dues in my territory.” He narrowed his eyes to hateful slits. “If we find proof of those drugs being delivered here, then he is going to have much, much bigger problems.”

“Like death.” Indy nodded firmly.

“Now, listen—”

“Newfound intolerance to oxygen?”

“Indy!”

“’Cause he’ll be dead.”

Mr. Heiss grunted. “You’re definitely staying in the limo.”

“What?” Indy flailed as Mr. Heiss steered him back to the open door. “No way!”