Hell to Pay (The Harry Russo Diaries Book 4)

by Lisa Emme

  Hell to Pay

  The Harry Russo Diaries, volume 4

  by Lisa Emme

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  Table Of Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Epilogue

  Last Word

  Coming Soon!

  About the Author

  Back Cover

  To my home team:

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  Chapter One

  “You’re leaving me too?” I flopped back against the leather bucket seat, crossing my arms, and pouted at Tess, my BFF. We may not be biologically related, but we had been raised as sisters, and I couldn’t help it if her news left me feeling a little abandoned.

  Tess looked back over her shoulder at me and rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a baby. It’s not like I’m going that far. It’s just across the street for crying out loud.”

  I sat forward to lean over the front seat. Tess had won the game of rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock and called shotgun. I should have known better than to accept the challenge. Tess is a real Big Bang Theory geek, so she had the whole lizard-Spock thing down pat.

  I glanced at Isaac, who was behind the wheel of his big Escalade as usual. He was studiously avoiding making eye contact.

  “This is your fault,” I griped at him in the rearview mirror.

  Isaac shrugged. “I can withdraw the—”

  “Don’t you dare!” Tess interrupted with a growl. She narrowed her eyes, giving Isaac a dirty look before turning back to me. “Listen, Harry. Quit being such a drama queen. It’s not like we were going to live together forever. We both need our space now, and this is too good an opportunity to pass up.”

  I sighed and settled back in my seat. Tess was right. It was a great opportunity. I mean, how often do you get offered a high-end condo for a dollar? She’d have to be crazy not to take it.

  I scowled at the back of Isaac’s head. It really was his fault. If he hadn’t a) bought the building across the street; and b) decided to renovate it; and c) decided that he didn’t need the entire penthouse floor for himself but instead had it subdivided into two units, both looking over the converted fire station I called my home and place of business; then he wouldn’t have d) made such a sweet deal to Tess.

  “I just thought we’d be roomies for a bit longer, is all.” Ugh, even I thought I sounded whiny. “There’s plenty of room at our place, especially now that Isaac has moved out.” It had been over two weeks and I hadn’t gotten used to how much quieter the apartment felt without Isaac.

  “And Nash has all but moved in,” Tess replied, referring to the sexy yet sometimes infuriating werewolf police detective who had growled his way into my life. “And believe me, your place isn’t big enough for two werewolves.”

  I scowled at Tess. “He hasn’t moved in. All his stuff is back at his place.” Well, except for a couple changes of clothes and his toothbrush. We were still pretending to be moving slow even though he had already marked me as his mate. Between the hours he put in chasing bad guys and cleaning up supernatural messes as liaison for the Riverton Police Department and the Magister of the Cimmerian (the supernatural underworld) and the time I spent trying to run two businesses, we didn’t get as many opportunities to be together as we would have liked. Often it meant he arrived in the middle of the night, sliding in next to me in my bed. Not that I’m going to complain about that. He had this amazing way of waking me up…but I won’t get into that right now. “Half the time he’s over we’re holed up in my room. You barely even know he’s there.”

  Isaac sputtered out a laugh. It was so uncharacteristic of his usually staid demeanor that I gaped at him in surprise, but his mask of neutrality had already slipped back into place.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Tess’s voice rose an octave. She turned back to look at me with a smirk. “Don’t fool yourself, Harry. Just because you’re in your room, doesn’t mean we don’t know he’s there.” She rolled her eyes and then faced the road in front of her.

  “But we soundproofed all the rooms!” I frowned as I thought about what Tess was insinuating with her little outburst. When we had renovated the old firehall we called home, we had splurged, taking supernatural hearing into consideration, and paid for extra soundproofing. I thought that it had been enough. My mind churned through the implications.

  Oh. My. God.

  I face-palmed, shaking my head, thoroughly embarrassed. Nash and I weren’t particularly shy in the sex department, and while we may be going through the motions of taking things slow, that didn’t mean we didn’t have sex. Lots of sex.

  My eyes met Isaac’s in the rearview mirror and he gave me a Gallic shrug. My face burned two shades brighter. How embarrassing. No wonder Isaac, with his vampire super-hearing, had been eager to move out.

  I was spared further discomfort when the Escalade came to a halt in front of a tiny bungalow on a quiet residential street. I tumbled out of the backseat, eager to leave the conversation behind.

  “Are you sure this is the right address?” Tess asked as she stepped down from the vehicle. “It doesn’t look like a haunted house.”

  They usually didn’t, but still, I reached for the slip of paper I had stuffed in my pocket to double-check just as the front door burst open and a woman, close in age to Tess and me, ran down the steps towards us.

  “Harry!” she called out, and then stopped short, her relieved smile giving way to a wary frown as Isaac stepped around the side of the SUV.

  “Hi, Susan,” I replied quickly, moving between her and Isaac, blocking her view. Tall and lanky, his dark hair and beard trimmed neatly, Isaac didn’t partic
ularly appear menacing especially when you considered he was a vampire, although Susan wouldn’t know that last part. In fact, he was, quite frankly, drop-dead gorgeous, if male metrosexual was your type. It didn’t matter to Susan. She was wary of all men, the cause of her wariness being the reason we were here today. “These are my friends, Tess and Isaac.” I waved my hand out to them and took a step closer to Susan. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure whether to flee or not. I gently grasped her elbow, hoping to keep her from choosing the flee option. She turned to face me, the haunted look that had first drawn my attention to her settling over her features. Is it ironic that someone who was being haunted actually looked haunted? Ever since I heard that song by Alanis Morissette, I’m a little confused about what really is ironic.

  “Yes, right. You told me you would be bringing friends to help.” She bit her lip and shook her head slowly. “I’m so stupid sometimes, I—”

  “Don’t worry about it,” I said, interrupting her. “It slipped your mind. You have a lot going on. Completely understandable.” I smiled at her encouragingly. “Did you get everything ready like I asked?”

  “Yes! I did everything you said. It wasn’t hard. Most of my stuff is already broken.” Wringing her hands nervously, she bit her lip again. “Can you…? I-I mean are you…?”

  “Yes, I really can help you. It’s a gift that runs in my family.” Of course I didn’t bother to tell her how screwed up my family was, or that while I was a witch I was also half vampire—otherwise known as a dhamphir—or that my ability to see and control ghosts was just one of my many freaky talents, necromancy among them. There was only so much a norm, or non-supernatural human like Susan, could process. “Give us a minute to gather some equipment, and then you can show us around.” I gave her arm a reassuring squeeze before walking over to the back of the Escalade, Tess following on my heels.

  “Crap, Harry,” she whispered, casting a furtive look over to where Susan stood still clutching her hands. “You weren’t kidding about her. She’s as jumpy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

  “Can you blame her? She escapes her ex-boyfriend, who used her as a punching bag on a regular basis, only to have him die in a car crash and come back to haunt her?” I scowled at the thought. The first time I had bumped into Susan was at one of those survivor support groups, which was being held in the basement of the church I was busy decorating for a wedding later in the day. Nature had called, and I found myself in the ladies’ room with a hyperventilating Susan, who was in the middle of a panic attack. I knew right away she was in need of my help. It was kind of hard to ignore the two-hundred-and-eighty-pound bully standing over her shoulder spewing vitriol, even if he was a ghost and I was the only one there who could see and hear him.

  I had haltingly coaxed the story out of Susan over a cup of very bad, support-group coffee and made her promise to come by the coffee shop for the real thing. At first she was reluctant to believe she was being haunted, but then Darryl, her dead ex, had upped the ante, going into full poltergeist mode, charging through her life like a bull in a china shop. By the time Susan had decided to take me up on my offer and visit me at the coffee shop, she had found herself trying to live and work in what amounted to a war zone, with personal items regularly flying off shelves and smashing against the walls.

  Bryce, my personal computer hacker and literal ghost-in-the-machine, had done a bit of poking around through police records and discovered there had been over a dozen domestic dispute calls to Susan’s house in the last eighteen months. Susan had even filed a restraining order, but it hadn’t stopped the abuse. The last incident, about six months ago, had left her with a dislocated shoulder and a cracked cheekbone. Charges had been laid, but before Darryl could appear in court he died in a drunk-driving accident. Luckily, it had been a single vehicle crash, and the only one who had been hurt was Darryl. If the asshole wasn’t already dead, I’d seriously consider killing him myself. Banishing his spirit was going to be extremely satisfying.

  I grabbed the black duffle bag I had placed in Isaac’s trunk and threw it over my shoulder before heading back towards the house. Susan fell into step beside me hesitantly. As I passed Isaac, I leaned towards him. “Maybe you should just wait outside for now. Tess and I have it covered. You’ll hear if we get into trouble.”

  “As you wish,” he replied, moving to rest nonchalantly against the Escalade. He was the most accommodating vampire I had ever met. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact I was his Master (yes, with a capital M) after inadvertently binding him to me in a moment of self-preservation. At least his association with me and Tess seemed to be rubbing off on him. He never would have replied so cheekily three months ago. “I feel I must remind you, however, that we are on a bit of a tight schedule.” He raised an eyebrow at me expectantly.

  “I know, I know,” I replied with a frown. “This shouldn’t take long. We have plenty of time.” Which was true, but part of me was hoping this little excursion would take longer than expected, giving me an excuse to skip out on the next event on our agenda this evening. Although on the other hand, skipping out probably wasn’t a great idea. I was sure there would be hell to pay if I missed Salvador’s big show.

  It had been a month to the day since my deadly encounter with the Mariposa, the evil vampire empress, and the apprehension of the three rogue vampires who had been terrorizing the city. As had been decreed by Salvador, the rogues were to be punished by spiking. I wasn’t too sure what exactly spiking entailed, but I had found out it started off by starving the lucky spikees for two fortnights. As the prescribed time was now up, my presence and that of many others from the supernatural community was required to witness the meting out of the Magister’s justice. Needless to say, I wasn’t particularly eager to attend the show. Having recently learned that Salvador was my father, I was sorely tempted to see how much leeway that relationship might buy me and skip what was sure to be a macabre spectacle altogether, but since both Nash and Tess had to be there, not to mention Isaac, I sort of felt obligated to go too.

  But first things first. We had a ghost to get rid of.

  ***

  I dropped the duffle bag on the floor in what appeared to be Susan’s living room. It held a well-worn sofa and an equally ratty-looking La-Z-Boy chair. The walls were pockmarked, the paint chipped away in several places exposing the plaster beneath.

  Susan glanced around the room and then back to Tess and me, running her hands self-consciously over her T-shirt and jeans. “I feel a bit underdressed,” she said with a halfhearted smile. “You didn’t say this would be a formal affair.”

  I gave her a smile and then glanced at what I was wearing with a little shrug. I was dressed in a short, canary-yellow Roberto Cavalli feather-print dress. It had a formfitting flare silhouette with a black-banded crossover waist. I had matched it with a pair of kick-ass, peep-toed, micromesh ankle boots with a stiletto heel that could best be described as vertiginous. Tess was similarly attired in a rocking bandeau-style dress in lipstick red. It hugged her curves like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination. “No worries. We just have a thing to go to afterwards, and we were afraid we might not have time to go home and change in between.”

  I crouched in front of the duffle, pulling items out and putting them on the floor beside me. “So have there been any incidents today?”

  I paused to look at Susan, who swallowed, her gaze darting around the room nervously. “No, nothing, uh, physical, but I can feel him all the time.” She cast a furtive look over her shoulder and then leaned towards me to whisper, “Can you see him now?”

  I made a show of examining the room, although to me it was obvious he wasn’t there at the moment, before replying, “No, but I’m sure he’ll show up.” I pulled my Taser from the bag and checked the charge. “Let me just get a couple more things ready, and then we’ll begin.”

  Susan nodded vigorously, clasping her hands nervously. She started to speak s
everal times, but stopped each time before finally blurting out, “I can’t believe that you believe me. I thought I was going crazy.”

  Tess stepped towards Susan and wrapped her arm around her. “It will be over soon. Harry’s the best. Before you know it that asshole will be nothing but a distant memory.” She gave Susan another reassuring squeeze and then bent down to grab one of the boxes of table salt I had pulled from the bag. “Why don’t I take a look around and then get started in the dining room?”

  “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Susan, you stay here with me.” Since Susan had previously given me the layout of her house, I had decided that the dining room was the best room to use for our plan to exorcise Darryl’s spirit.

  In most cases, the ghosts I had banished were tied to a particular place or item, so making sure they stuck around for the actual banishment wasn’t an issue. Darryl proved to be a bit trickier. He seemed to be able to go wherever he pleased, sometimes wreaking havoc in places he personally had never been to but were associated to Susan. I wanted to make sure he stayed put once he arrived, so we were going to make it impossible for him to leave by setting a circle of protection. The dining room was the best choice because it was in the centre of the house and had no windows that could be easily broken. Susan had prepped the room by removing all the breakables and pulling any furniture away from the walls. Tess would start by pouring out an almost continuous circle of salt around the perimeter of the room leaving openings at each of the three doorways leading into the room. Once we lured Darryl in, we would close the circle, making it impossible for him to leave. Or so I hoped.

  ***

  “Say his name,” I said, coaxing Susan into the middle of the room. Tess stood off to the side, her eyes fixed on her mini-tablet. She was mesmerised by the new toy, courtesy of Bryce. Being the computer genius he was, he had taken the functionality of a K2 meter commonly used to measure electromagnetic radiance and somehow morphed it into an app that worked on the tablet, turning the camera into an EMF meter. With it, Tess would be able to see Darryl when he arrived. Or at least that was the theory. So far the only things showing up on the display were the electrical lines behind the walls. They appeared as fuzzy yellow lines running the perimeter of the room.