Chapter 13

He didn’t remember passing a church when Joe and Luther had brought him into town, so he turned in the opposite direction and walked farther down the main road. The noises from earlier were gone, as were all the lights. Behind him, Maria pulled down shades that blinkered her restaurant to the world, and all Sullivan had left to guide him was the moon above.

That wasn’t entirely true, though. At the end of the block, faint illumination flickered in a tiny window of a building cast in shadows. The glass swam like it was melting, and as he neared, he realized it wasn’t clear. The panes were broken into jagged, colored edges. He didn’t need to read the sign out front to know it was Holy Angels Church.