Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 132
…The devil with a sense of irony, not today…
Pentateuch has been sitting on his hot little hands for far too long. The more time he spends away from either, his eternal domain the Lake of Fire or his only respite the earthly cooling stations, the less comfortable it is for him. Such is the life of a demon’s demon.
In the case of his tryst with L. Dick Cannon, the former Science Fiction writer, he dare not show his hand. Otherwise, this human with demagoguery on his brain, might be nudged deep into another fantasy world, should he suspect Pent’s pedigree. So far so good, although Cannon has asked about the smell of burnt hair, whenever he and the wily Mr. Winters meet.
“What can you tell me about this Orson Wells? Is he willing to be a celebrity spokesperson for our new church?”
“That is not a positive reaction.”
“He also tells me that he cannot afford to have anything distract him from his career. Things are going “Wells” for him.”
The devil with a sense of irony? Not today.
“Career, I have a mind to put him in his place,” Pentateuch/Winters is annoyed by his continued ineffectiveness. It is hard to believe that a megalomaniac like him can suffer a crisis of confidence. “Keep your eyes peeled for another potential movie star type, could even be a female temptress with a seductive personality. We need people; I mean millions of them to believe in what you’re selling them. We need to get this off the ground, with a more credible client base.”