Practical Demonkeeping

didn’t you tell me that?”
    “I thought you would never give me my power if you knew. I am a coward.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous.”
    “It is as Catch said. When the angels came to drive my people into the netherworld, I would not let them fight. There was no battle as I told you. We went like sheep to the slaughter.”
    “ Gian Hen Gian , you are not a coward. You are a creator—you told me that yourself. It’s not in your nature to destroy, to make war.”
    “But I did. So I have tried to vindicate myself by stopping Catch. I wanted to do for the humans what I did not do for my own people.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” Brine said. “It’s finished.”
    “No, it’s not,” Travis said. “You can’t chain Catch to a rock in the middle of Jerusalem. You have to send him back. You have to read the last invocation. Howard translated it while we were waiting for you to wake up.”
    “But Travis, you don’t know what will happen to you. You may die on the spot.”
    “I’m still bound to him, Gus. That isn’t living anyway. I want to be free.” Travis handed him the invocation and the candlestick with the Seal of Solomon concealed in it. “If you don’t, I will. It has to be done.”
    “All right, I’ll do it,” Brine said.
    Travis looked up at Jenny. She looked away. “I’m sorry,” Travis said. Robert went to Jenny’s side and held her. Travis walked down the hill, and when he was out of sight, Augustus Brine began reading the words that would send Catch back to hell.
     
    They found Travis slumped in the backseat of Howard’s Jaguar. Augustus Brine was the first to reach the car.
    “I did it, Travis. Are you all right?”
    As Travis looked up, Brine had to fight the urge to recoil. The demonkeeper’s face was deeply furrowed and shot with broken veins. His dark hair and brows had turned white. But for his eyes, which were still young with intensity, Brine would not have recognized him. Travis smiled. There were still a couple of teeth left in front.
    His voice was still young. “It didn’t hurt. I expected one of those wrenching Lon Chaney transformations, but it didn’t happen. Suddenly I was old. That was it.”
    “I’m glad it didn’t hurt,” Brine said.
    “What am I going to do?”
    “I don’t know, Travis. I need to think.”

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JENNY, ROBERT, RIVERA, AMANDA, TRAVIS, HOWARD, AND THE SPIDER
    Rivera drove Robert and Jennifer to their house. They sat in the back, holding each other the whole way, not saying a word until they thanked him when he dropped them off. On the drive back to the station Rivera tried to formulate a story that would save his career. Any version of the true story seemed like a sure ticket to a psychological disability retirement. In the end he decided to tell the story as far as the point where The Breeze disappeared.
    A month later Rivera was pumping Slush-Puppies at the Seven-Eleven, working undercover for the robbery division. However, with the arrest of a team of robbers that had terrorized convenience stores in the county for six months, he was promoted to lieutenant.
    Amanda and Travis rode with Howard. At Amanda’s request, Gian Hen Gian saw that Effrom’s body was turned to stone and placed inside the cave. When Howard stopped in front of Amanda’s house, she invited Travis to come inside. He refused at first, wanting to leave her alone with her grief.
    “Have you completely missed the significance of all this, Travis?” she asked.
    “I guess so,” he said.
    “Did it occur to you that the presence of Catch and Gian Hen Gian proves that Effrom is not gone completely? I will miss him, but he goes on. And I don’t want to be alone right now. I helped you when you needed it,” she said, and she waited.
    Travis went in.
    Howard went home to work on a new menu for his restaurant.
    Chief Technical Sergeant Nailsworth never found out what happened to Roxanne or who she really was, and he was heartbroken. Because of his grief he was unable to eat, lost a hundred and fifty pounds, met a girl at a computer user’s meeting, and married her. He never had computer sex again outside the privacy of his home.

37
GOOD GUYS
    Augustus Brine declined offers for a ride home. He wanted to walk. He needed to think. Gian Hen Gian walked at his side.
    “I can repair your truck, make it fly if you wish,” the Djinn said.
    “I don’t want it,” Brine said. “I’m not even sure I want to go home.”
    “You may do as you wish, Augustus Brine.”
    “I