Has it really been that long? The house-call service had already been canceled?
Russell secretly shook his head. A devil was still a devil—no ambition at all. She fell faster than he changed aliases.
Still, considering Sexy Satan's voice was available online, he decided not to complain.
Russell knew the Hell Hotline had no operators or automated voice service. Satan herself answered the phone. He said, "Ms. Satan, I found you three premium clients..."
"To apply for membership, press 1. For legal... Russell, please hang up!"
"They really are premium clients. You'll regret it if you don't come..."
"Russell, please hang up! Russell, please hang up! Russell, please hang up!"
Russell: "..."
He glanced at his phone, gave a cold snort, and unleashed his ultimate move. "You have ten seconds to crawl out of the bathtub, get dressed, and appear in front of me. Otherwise, I'll come visit, and we can chat while we wash."
"Shit, how did you know I was taking a bath?"
There was a splash over the phone, followed faintly by someone coughing after choking on water. Then came the busy signal.
Maybe the phone had fallen into the water!
Russell snapped the blood-red flip phone shut, casually tucked it behind his back, and wiped his face.
It was a video call. He almost felt Miss Satan's bathwater splashing onto his face.
"Officer Russell, did you just mention... Satan? Were you joking, or was that simply an unusual name?"
Sarah Connor spoke in astonishment. On the day her lover died, she had become a staunch atheist, believing in neither God nor the Devil.
But when Russell displayed unimaginable abilities and then called Satan, she suddenly found herself believing a little.
"Calm down. It's not some random Satan. It's the devil from Hell—the one from the Bible."