[dropcap]T[/dropcap]he devil sat drunk and giddy in a bar, boasting about his recent “accomplishments.”

“Enjoying yourself?” I said, sitting a few barstools away from him.

“Like I haven’t in years, pal. I’m on a roll.”

His breath was rank, his body crawling with bugs.

“A roll?”

“Look at my most recent work in Texas. I was present when a disturbed and angry young man murdered unarmed men, women and children while they worshiped. If that...