The Andre Miller Saga

Andre Miller 56 The Cure

It had been 2 days since Kris had her visions. They had the information to the box and the key. The box was number 843 in the US Bank on 34th Street in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The key was in the hand of a statue in front of the city hall, in Manchester, New Hampshire.

Linda had called and said she was on her way with the first half of the payment, 1 million dollars. When she arrived, Andre let her in. After she set down the bag Andre flipped a silver coin at her. "Catch."

Without thinking she reached out and grabbed the coin from the air. There was a poof of black smoke, a hissing sound and she dropped the coin with a sharp intake of breath. She locked eyes with Andre for a brief moment and then attempted to rush back out the door, but Frankie and Caleb were outside waiting for her. Caleb had Conroy's shotgun and motioned her back into the house.

"Now let's talk, and have the truth, shall we?" said Andre.

Andre, Kyle, and Frankie each cast a truth spell on her and tied her to a chair. Their thought was that even if she managed to resist one of the spells, the other two would force her to confess and be honest.

"You're going to die Andre." She said, "It was going to be quick and mostly painless, but now I'm going to make it hurt, I'm going to take your family apart one member at a time and when I'm done, I'm going to kill you slowly, so you can know the depths of your failure."

"Who are you working with? We've narrowed it down, but I want to hear it from your lips." Asked Andre.

"House Retailtan." She said through gritted teeth.

"You couldn't have known Kris was working with us. You had to have another plan. What was it?"

"I was supposed to convince you to try, didn't matter how, to get Charles' soul back. Retailtan demons of torment couldn't get him to crack. So, you were supposed to get the location of the key from him. Once you denied me that, you opened the door with the seer. I got new orders. Get the seer to find out where the key is. How did you know I was a thrall?"

"You said Charles was a thrall for 8 years. There's no way you couldn't have known for that long, so you had to be one too." Andre lied.

"You always were too smart for your own good." She sneered.

"Are you even in burnout?" he asked.

"No. Charles was working on the cure to prevent me from ever going into it. We were going to usher in a new wave of infernal summoners that couldn't burn out. But the bastard got cold feet at the end and split up the box and the key."

"Are you working with Rhinehart?"

"I wasn't, but when you mentioned him, I reached out so I could have assets in the area. He really hates you all."

"The feeling is mutual." Said Frankie.

"Where's the safe deposit box?" asked Andre.

She struggled against the spells and her bonds for a moment, but she couldn't resist the magic of all three men. "It's in Minneapolis. US Bank, Branch 44341, on 34th Street, Box 843." She cursed after she had said it.

"Do you have men waiting in Minneapolis?"

"Yes. We have a ground team, snipers, and Rhinehart waiting there. What are you going to do with me Andre, now that you know the truth? You're not a cold-blooded killer."

"No, no I'm not, but honestly, you're too dangerous to be left free and roaming. We don't have the facilities to hold you. So, I don't have a choice. You damned yourself to hell by your choices. I'm just going to send you to your judgment. Frankie, do it."