The angel apparently had every intention of getting me the fuck out of his space, because not even an hour later the doctor walked backed in and signed the release papers. He seemed dazed, and I wondered what Mr. Goodytooshoes had done to the poor man. It sure didn't seem very angelic whatever it had been. I didn't care though, I had work to do. I left we quickly not bothering to say anything to the angel. I am sure I was the last person he wanted thanks from. He sure the hell couldn't save my soul, I didn't have one. My master Lucien had formed me out of clay, and breathed life into me. I suppose I should bow down, and worship the ground he walks on, but I just can't. He is a control freak with a capital C, and I am far too rebellious. If he wanted someone subservient he should have made me meeker, or that is my opinion. Felicity still sat in the waiting room as I walked out like nothing had happened. Well damn, that really complicated things. If she had been anyone else I think they might have noticed I wasn't on death's door anymore, but Felicity is Felicity and she bought my b.s. story about just being grazed at point blank rage hook line and sinker.
I had just made it home when I realized none of the cops had even tried to talk to me. That was weird, usually I would have had a million questions from the boys in blue. They would have had armed officers outside my door ready to pounce, but there was nothing. Did Sloan have that much play in this town? I really didn't know. I had stopped playing attention to organized crime in the sixties. That is about the same time I played my fist pinball machine. After that I fell hard for gaming, and yes I admit it that was all I truly cared about. Yes, I still did my job, but that was just to keep Lucien far away from me. I sat down at my computer, and for once I didn't turn on my game, but rather went to look up all I could on Sloan. I am not sure just how long I sat there taking notes, but when I finished I did indeed know way more than when I started. He owned several prestigious hotels, restaurants, clubs, and even casinos in Vegas. He was rumored to have not only the city in his pocket, but also the entire state and maybe even several senators. Anyone who crossed him was just dead. It didn't matter if it was FBI, local cop, reporter, or apparently succubus. He was rumored to be a wizard. I could believe it he seemed utterly immune to my charms. Wizards could be bad news, no wonder why Satan wanted him taken out. He could summon Satan to do his bidding if he was strong enough, though that tended to go very badly to those who tried and failed. Satan being worried about this guy was indeed reason to panic. Yep, I was panicking.