Lilah Morgan fought to suppress a vexed sigh.
How hard is it to find one person in L.A. with the kind of resources I have at my command?
Although, the term person was suspect. He'd looked like a human in his mid twenties.
But there had to be some kind of demon involved. She'd been on the pill damn it! That burn scar on his chest should have been her first warning.
Not that it mattered now. She was currently incubating some sort of demon spawn and she needed to know what her options were.
She knew far too much about mystical pregnancies to just go to a clinic to take care of it without finding out what the consequences could be to her own body and mind.
Hell, just reading about Angel's number two Cordelia Chase had been troubling. The ex-cheerleader had gotten knocked up on a one night stand and had come to term in the space of days.
Lilah looked down fearfully at her abdomen. Still flat and toned thank you very much.
It had taken Angels team killing the demon to save Chase.
Lilah actually did sigh this time. As she'd told Lindsey MacDonald once. I hate not having all the information.
Not for the first time she'd asked herself how she could have been so reckless?
She'd already had two close calls.
First, Darla and Drusilla's little massacre at Holland Manners home.
Second, barely surviving her review, thanks mostly to Lindsey MacDonald flipping out and actually scaring the board claiming his evil hand was responsible.
Third times the charm.
The bartender had called him Cal. Which could be short for Callum, Calvin or any other name that started that way.
Lilah hadn't been all that interested at the time. She had been there looking for some stress relief from her work. And it didn't include polite conversation.
He'd been perfect. Big, pretty and dumb. She'd had no qualms about using him for a bit of fun.
Apparently she'd gotten more than that.
The private investigator she'd hired, a real one, not an amateur like Angel, had asked her to write down anything she remembered from that night, no matter how inconsequential. Short of a physical description of her bedmate, the details had been few.
She'd already had the hotel room they'd used swept for bugs and listening devices. It wasn't out of the realms of possibility for another member of the firm to be trying to get dirt on her so that they could get ahead.
It was a well known fact that most promotions from within the company came from somebody dying. Lilah herself had gotten the vice presidency from stepping into dead man's shoes. Thank you Holland Manners.
If you wanted a better position within the firm, most of the time you had to take it from the current holder. That meant using allies. And having dirt on an ally so you could both enforce their cooperation and ensure their loyalty was the easiest way to go. Nobody lasted very long trying to go it alone. Just look at what happened to Lee Mercer.
Finally. Her inside jacket pocket started vibrating. Taking out her phone she answered the call from her investigators number.
"Tell me you found him."
"Tell me why you're looking for me." It was him! She didn't know for certain how he'd gotten the drop on her investigator, but could imagine. Either way he'd saved her some time. Hopefully he could save her some trouble too by giving her some answers.
"We need to talk. Face to face."