Page 191 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Yes,” Indy agreed. “I am perfect. Thank you for noticing.”

“I wouldn’t want you any other way, Sonnenschein.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

The next few weeks were a whirlwind.

To say the least.

The funeral home information they’d found in the club’s office was indeed Hanson Funeral Home, the same establishment that had buried Seymour’s not so deceased father. He was eager to investigate, but he was refused access until Mr. Heiss and the rest of the family cleared it.

While the resurrection of a witch who had been murdered was troubling, it was not as important as following a lead to seize more of a dangerous drug—especially one that could wreck the entire city by exposing monsters to the world.

Seymour was instructed not to interfere, but Indy wouldn’t be surprised if there was a text dropped in the Monster Fucker Squad chat that a certain someone had accidentally locked himself inside a cooler with a bunch of dead bodies sometime soon.

Having new friends was amazing, and Indy loved finally being able to chat about monster drama, monster sex, and share all the memes, jokes, and other nonsense he found online. He had absolutely become that friend who shared multiple posts constantly.

Neil always replied LOL at a minimum and sent as many dumb things as Indy.

Seymour didn’t own half the apps they did, so he ignored them unless he could view whatever it was without having to sign up for something.

It was nice.

Fucking monsters was quite the potent catalyst for building lifelong friendships.

Fighting them, too, though there thankfully hadn’t been much of that lately.

There had been no sign of Nyp, the Ides, the Saviors, or the mostri ribelli since the battle. Indy never saw Mr. Mitternacht again, and after pestering Mr. Heiss by singing “Dancing Queen” by ABBA on repeat for an hour straight, he was assured Mr. Mitternacht would not be a problem again.

Being a problem, after all, required a pulse.

Well, not for everyone.

The number of oxygen-challenged folks in Indy’s life had quadrupled, the least offensive of which was King. He was a nuisance in his own way, often a musical one, and Mr. Heiss was quick to lock him up when he was particularly annoying. There had been a definite uptick since King discovered Hamilton and took to belting out the soundtrack.

Obviously, the king was his favorite.

As soon as Indy would hear the mournful wailing of da da dat dat da ya, he knew to go check the freezer.

While King’s shenanigans were limited to Mr. Heiss’s home, Dill and Aodnait were ever present everywhere Indy went. Even though the ring had been split, he discovered he could still summon Aodnait and vice versa with Mr. Heiss and Dill. Whatever world they existed in within the jewelry remained connected, and honestly Indy was glad for that.

He would never want them separated.

Last but certainly not least of Indy’s unalive companions, Gammy remained a vigilant guardian and arguably the most protective.

She found new ways to be with Indy no matter what. She bound herself to more earrings, a necklace, some shoes, and one of Indy’s favorite belts. Indy was positive she’d attached herself to some of Mr. Heiss’s things as well because she had a funny habit of popping up even when Indy was sure he hadn’t brought her along.

Particularly during personal moments.

Intimate moments.

If Gammy wasn’t already dead, she probably would have died from the repeated shock of seeing Indy and Mr. Heiss in compromising positions. After a long chat about boundaries, the unexpected visits thankfully ended. Gammy still made it a habit to cover her eyes whenever she walked into a room.

Otherwise, her time was spent as it had been before—catching up on her favorite shows.

She and Mr. Heiss were on the fourth season of RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars. He still claimed to not enjoy it, but he’d had some very big feelings about Naomi Smalls eliminating Manila Luzon. Indy didn’t know if a demon mob boss was willing to travel across the country to personally curse a drag queen, but he didn’t question when he saw Mr. Heiss googling Naomi’s tour dates.