Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Do They Find?

. Lots of .

Piloting the ****-dealer's body, Deadman emptied his pockets onto the countertop of the bathroom sink. Pills and powders rained down, most of them in small baggies or brownish plastic pill-bottles, all labels removed, inscribed with initials in black sharpie.

"Shit!" Alice raked through the largess of narcotics. "There's DMN, speed, meth, coke, heroin, weed, viagra, molly, LSD...I think that's ketamine...fuck, we've scored. There's enough **** here to seriously par-tay!"

"You can't keep it," Lois said as she slipped the dealer's wallet out of his front pocket and off its chain. The wallet was a slim leather flap holding two fake IDs and three credit cards. Lois flipped through it, checked each pocket for any scrap of paper. Deadman for his part was searching for all interior pockets, producing small wads of bills and even more ****.

"What are you, my mom?" The young woman picked up a bottle of red-and-black pills. Lois reached over and slapped her hand, forcing her to drop it.

"I'm your MILF," Lois reminded her curtly, then dumped the empty wallet in the sink. "And lips that touch **** will never touch mine."

Alice rubbed her hand. "Does that mean you wanna make out?"

"It means I want your pussy clean when I eat you out at the end of the night," the reporter hissed...then realized what she had just said. It was like a part of her brain had bypassed conscious thought and gone straight to her mouth.

"Fuck yeah!" The young witch grinned. "Okay, I'll go straight edge for a crack at your tongue. But what are we going to do now? I thought the dealer was supposed to have clues and shit?"

"His phone might tell us something, if we can crack it." Lois suggested.

"Or..." Deadman said. "...there's another option."

"What's that?" The horned reporter said. For some reason it felt like she had to blink a lot less than she used to, and it was getting unnerving.

The dealer's hand brought up the bottle of red-and-black pills. "DMN users can sense others. The demonic essence calls, like to like. If you did more...we could use you as a bloodhound."

Lois frowned. "But if I do more, I'll get even more demonic."

Alice slapped the reporter's ass, hand curving around Lois' butt. "Hey, I'll still think you're sexy."