” De Sade said carefully. “If I may ask, the name “Karl Denke” sounds human. Is a human soul your best hunter?”The demon just smiled, flippe... to a specific page in the thick book, and turned it around for de Sade to read.Karl Denke. Prussian serial killer who preyed on travelers and the homeless from 1903 to 1924. Thirty confirmed kills. Cannibal and seasoned outdoor hunter. Hell Hound trainer.“My best,” Makanta leered. “As long as he gets to eat.”“Well then,” the Marquis replied. “Would. He went over to Hannah and kissed her, briefly but warmly, on the lips. Hannah put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. “Hi hun,” she said softly. “Nice to see you again.”I approached the two of them and interrupted. “Put him down, Hannah – plenty of time for that.”Hannah stepped back from David, a little embarrassed, and I handed David one of the gins.“We got you a drink in… I know you like a stiff one,” I said with a disarming smile.I knew the gin and tonic was the last thing on. “Those aren’t part of my back?” I said playfully.“No, but I figured I might as well keep going. Unless you have an objection?” he teased back.“Not at all. I’d never turn down a chance to have you pamper me,” I chuckled.Once he finished with my arms, he drew back so that his lean body was pressed against my own. In this position, he slid his arms beneath my armpits and began to lather up my chest as he held me close. I could feel his own pectoral muscle, nicely defined, yet not overdeveloped,. “I take it you know Mrs. Castellano from when she worked at the hospital,” Jesse said as they drove home.“Yes, Wanda was a duty nurse for quite a few years before she got fed up with long hours and union politics. She took a job at one of the new clinics and has been much happier ever since. And ... it’s Miss Castellano. She’s never married.”“Oh ... thanks for letting me know. It’s sure handy to have her around when accidents happen.”“Yes ... it was good luck, although your injury wasn’t too.