CHAPTER 13
Crowley passed the pipe back to Fitz just as a strange sensation came over him. He thought he recognized it, but no one could have broken the spells he put on the throne of Hell. Someone had to be . . .
Crowley concentrated. It had to be Leland Townsend. Only he would know how to get around those spells and protections.
"I have to go," he said.
"What about Zim?" Dean asked.
"He's your job now," Crowley said. "I have more pressing matters to deal with. Reddington, please don't let them take over while I'm gone."
"I make no promises," Reddington said, "when it comes to Zimventures. Too many mes went to their deaths because of one Zim or another."
"Remember, this is our trap for Zim. In case I don't come back right away." He promptly vanished.
Reddington grabbed another slice of Dominoes. "This really does taste better over the transom."
"Transom?" Dean asked.
"He means the drive thru," Sam said.
"Just say the drive thru next time."
Fitz flipped through his Fire Stick. "Ever see The Blacklist?" he asked Reddington.
"That's a show about one of me, isn't it? Of course I have."
"Wanna get high and watch some?"
Reddington finished his slice. "Why not?"
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
