Page 111 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Understood.” Mr. Heiss hummed thoughtfully before asking, “Have you ever heard of a drug called Howl?”

“What?” Indy blinked. “Wait, are you talking to me?”

“Yes.”

“Howl?” Indy snorted. “Subject Howl? Yeah. Devil’s Vein. Monster Mash. Avax. Mawtrex. Fenrava.” He cut himself off there when he realized Mr. Heiss was staring at him intently. “What?”

Mr. Heiss frowned, his brow pinched in what may have been concern.

Indy stared right back at him. “I am a literal sex worker at a demon sex club, and you’re surprised I know about monster party drugs?”

“And what do you know?”

“That’s like being surprised that penguins have icy dicks.”

“What do you know?”

“Or, like, hmm, werewolves hate clogs.” Indy grinned. “Not the shoe, but an actual clog because of their hair. Fur? You get it.”

“Indy.”

“Okay, okay!” Indy groaned lightly. “I know it’s supposed to be like ecstasy for those of the not so human persuasion. Lots of guys would shoot it up before our, ahem, alone time. Then they snorted it. And then just popped pills.” Indy shrugged.

Mr. Heiss narrowed his eyes. “Mr. Kalt was never concerned?”

“About what? Monsters fucking me while they were high?” Indy scoffed. “Or bringing in drugs he didn’t get to profit off of?”

“Either.”

“As long as they didn’t get rough with me, he didn’t seem to give a shit. Fucking monsters was not exactly my first spread my legs for money rodeo. Humans do the same thing.”

Mr. Heiss weighed that for a moment, quiet for several beats before asking, “Did you ever see any side effects?”

“From monster sex? The urge to have a cigarette, an ice pack for my ass, and a long nap.”

“The drugs.”

“No, I don’t think…” Indy resisted the urge to make a snarky comment to really think about it. “Okay, one time. Last year? A lizard dude got a little weird, kinda aggressive, and then just passed out after switching between colors ten times. He even shifted between human—” Just like Azazel did only moments ago. “—and, like, his monster form a bunch of times.”

“That’s it?”

“That I have personally seen and can confirm was Howl? Yes.” Indy crossed his arms and looked away. “Trust that no one, man or monster, needs to be high to be a dick, okay?”

Mr. Heiss reached for Indy’s cheek.

Indy turned to lean into his hand without hesitation.

Christ, what was he doing? He was supposed to be mad at Mr. Heiss for murdering someone right in front of him. Somewhere, Pavlov was having a great ol’ time cackling in his grave because there was no denying how Indy responded to Mr. Heiss’s touch.

“Boss!” Azazel called out. “We got, uh, a visitor.”

“Who?” Mr. Heiss didn’t look away from Indy.

“Hey there!” a voice called out.

Oh God, it was that Nyp fucker.

He had on another horrible purple suit with a red bow tie, which meant he owned more than one, the thought of which made Indy want to gag. He strolled right up to Mr. Heiss with a cheerful smile. “Looks like you got a bit of a mess on your hands, huh? Howl being made right here in your brother’s territory? Not a good look.”