Cole could hardly believe all of this. Zafira, the
succubus he has come to think of as his friend,
once held the fate of humanity in the palm of her
hand. By sparing someone who resembled her
lover, she also spared us all. No. It was Simon
who not only saved humanity from Zafira but
also Zafira from herself.
The migraine Cole felt in his apartment before
being transported here returned. His ears rang;
his vision blurred.
“Aargh!” he yelled as he dropped to his knees,
holding his ears.
The earth shook. Cracks formed in the ground.
Everything shattered once more, even the demons
and angels that had gathered to decide
Nothing remained but a black void and the pain in
Cole’s skull. His weightless body tumbled until
pain claimed his consciousness.
The Commissioner gave Captain Finnegan a hard
time for handing the human trafficking case back
to Cole, given what happened at the nightclub.
But with the sudden disappearance of Frank
Wallace three weeks ago, the captain really had
no other options. No other capable detectives
were available to handle such a high profile case.
It was a decision that paid off, big-time.
In the last two weeks, Cole managed to extort the
names of several individuals involved in the s-x
trade organization from Clair. In exchange, he
promised to prove her innocence if she
cooperated — and cooperate she did.
Each name led to the next in a long line of arrests
involving police officers, lawyers, club owners,
bankers, and countless henchmen. At the end of
the trail was a single man: Tyler Simmons, a man
long suspected of shady dealings, but with
enough money and connections to bury anyone
who opposed him.
Not this time. All of his money and influence fell
woefully short in the face of insurmountable
evidence against him. His only way out now was
to cut a deal.
He was arrested, and the case had since been
turned over to the FBI in hopes they could
pressure him for information about human
trafficking in other cities. The case was officially
out of Cole’s jurisdiction.
This was a big victory for the Chicago Police
Department. The leader of the “Chicago S-x
Trade” had been apprehended and Cole was at
the center of the praise and admiration. Despite
his early doubts, the commissioner offered him a
promotion. He even got a call from the governor
for a job well done.
Then why the hell did feel so empty inside?
The events that took place three weeks ago still
haunted his mind. That was when Cole found out
it was Frank who killed his wife. Every time he
looked at the empty desk across the room his
heart sank and his blood boiled.
How ironic it was that Cole was put in charge of
investigating Frank’s disappearance. It would be
the only case in Cole’s career that he would
allow to ‘go cold’.” That is, unless he wanted to
look crazy by putting “Frank Wallace was
devoured by a succubus named Zafira” in his
Zafira, that sexy yet deadly succubus. The last he
saw her, he remembered drinking too much that
night, having an argument with her, then having a
strange dream that felt like he was living in
He had not heard from her since. He felt terrible
for the things he said to her that night. When he
was not chasing criminals the last three weeks,
he was wondering if their relationship, whatever
type of relationship they had, was over. Even
though Maria’s killer had been put to death, he
figured he still had to bring her scumbags to feed
on, as per their agreement.
The same feeling he felt when Maria died crept
into his heart. Did she leave town after all? Did
the Crusaders find her?
Did he… miss her?
“I have something for you, Detective Harvey.”
Cole snapped out of his trance and turned his
head to find Penny standing next to his desk. Her
attire had gotten increasingly provocative since
she lost her virginity. Today she wore a short
black skirt and a deep V-neck top. The late Frank
sure knew his stuff about virgins.
Why did everything have to remind him of that
“What is it?” Cole asked, reaching for the
unmarked manila envelope.
“How should I know? A dark haired woman
dropped it off at the front desk. She asked that I
hand it to you personally.”
Dark haired? Could it…?
Cole shredded the envelope like it came with a
prize. Unfolding the letter inside, he read it to
< i>Willis Tower. Tonight at midnight. Don’t be
late. You know I hate waiting. -Z
His heart skipped a beat with the knowledge that
Zafira was still in Chicago. The cryptic nature of
the letter was a bit disconcerting though.
“Well, what is it?” Penny asked.
“Oh! Um. I’ve been assigned to work her case.
Her… uh… husband went missing.”
“I see. Well, I need to get back to the front desk.”
Cole nodded. “I need to get going too. This letter
just gave me a lead.”
They walked toward the elevator. Once inside,
Cole hit the button for the first floor then stood
opposite of Penny.
“What do you think happened to Frank? Not that I
“I have no idea,” Cole said. “Clair said he was
associated with the s-x trade along with the other
cops we arrested. He probably skipped town, but
we’ll find him.”
The elevator door opened and Cole rushed past
Penny toward the exit. He wanted to avoid that
awkward conversation entirely. “I’ll catch you
later,” Cole said over his shoulder.
Willis Tower. The tallest building in Chicago. Cole
always marveled at how someone could build
such a monstrosity of a building.
Cole did not want to be late for this appointment;
he made sure to arrive early. He walked
impatiently around the base of the building. Even
this late at night, Chicago’s downtown was so
lively, full of passing cars and pedestrians.
Why did Zafira want to meet here?
Like that time in Grant Park, the suspense was
killing him. He decided to stop his nervous pacing
and plant himself at the main entrance. He looked
at his watch; it was almost midnight.
Cole’s eyes locked onto a woman in a long white
gown striding along the sidewalk. The stunning
woman had clearly dressed to impress. He
realized who she was when she turned up the
steps toward him.
She looked absolutely perfect. Her long white
dress, with slits in the sides to mid-thigh, reached
down to her six inch heels. The bust of her dress
cupped her supple b—–s to a proud display. Her
long dark hair blew gently in the subtle breeze,
her bangs occasionally brushing across her
“Hello, Cole,” Zafira said with an inviting smile.
It took a moment for his brain to register her
words. “Uh. Hi! You look terrific!”
“So why are we here? I didn’t know I was
supposed to dress up.”
Zafira stepped in close, putting her arms around
his waist. “You’ll see. You aren’t afraid of heights
“No,” he replied. “Why?”
Holding him tightly, she expanded her wings and
launched into the air at terrific speed.
“Oh shi-i-it!” Cole yelled as he was jerked off his
feet. The higher they flew, the more the cars on
the roads below looked like glowing ants. “Don’t
look down, don’t look down…” he repeated in his
He chose to look at Zafira instead. Her beautiful
face almost diverted his mind enough to forget he
was several hundred feet off the ground. She
smiled at him, squeezing him in a tighter hug as
they continued their ascent.
They reached the top of the skyscraper in mere
seconds. She flapped her wings and gently landed
on the roof. Cole’s knees buckled a bit as his feet
touched the solid surface.
“That was… fun as hell!” Cole praised, catching
Without a word, Zafira’s heels clicked against the
concrete, walking to the edge. Cole joined her at
To Be Continued