Title: MYSTIC TAXI
Genre: Urban Fantasy
"Shut up." The first cop circled Henry slowly. "Who said you could talk, Spawnster?"
Henry winced at the nickname given to half-breeds. Living among humans as human children had been easy until puberty, when signs of their demon side started showing up. Hellspawn. What a surprise, for everyone.
"Curfew breakers get tossed in the clink." The cop jerked his chin at Mac. "Get the squirter from back of the steamer."
"Ah, Ned, that's goin' a bit far, ain't it?"
"Bullets won't hardly stop him," Ned said, circling around to stand in front of Henry again. "But I know what doesn't heal so fast." Mac handed Ned what looked like a rifle with a tank the size of a small fire extinguisher attached to the stock.
Sweat beaded on Henry's forehead.
"You recognize this, do ya?" Ned grinned, showing a silver tooth that glinted in the light cast by a gas lamp on the sidewalk. "It's a brine gun. You never know when you're gonna meet up with a trouble-making Spawnster."
Henry shifted uneasily on his feet. "I didn't make trouble—"
"I told you to shut up!" Ned lifted the gun and aimed it at Henry's face.
Henry sucked in a breath. Salt water. Not lethal to Hellspawn, but it burned like acid. He'd seen the scars worn by friends who'd been sprayed with the stuff. Never having had the pleasure himself, he sure as hell didn't want it now.