God is Dead!

It was dusk in New Orleans, and Joe Collins was out on his porch. Work had slowed down for the moment, but he'd done a reading a few nights past, and the spirits were angry. Hell, the spirits were outright pissed and raring for a fight. Something had happened to shake up everything - Christian angels, Jewish angels, devils, loa, everything supernatural was fucked up and angry.

Made him awful nervous about his partner. He dialed Melanie's phone. "Where are you, girl?" he half muttered, waiting for her to pick up or walk in the door or ... something.

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