Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 53
“We’re from the Old Catholic Order of St. Raphael,”
Terry jumped in, extending his hand in greeting. “I’m Fr.
Terry Milne. These are my colleagues, Fr. Richard Kinney,
and Brother Mikael Bloomink, one of our novices.”
Mr. Dane’s eyes locked on him, and Richard knew he was
experiencing his own little shock of surprise. “Mr. Dane and
I have met before,” Richard admitted, “in a rather...anonymous
environment.”
Terry rolled his eyes. “Oh, Jesus Christ. Well, I guess formal
introductions are not necessary, then, since you two
already know each other intimately.”
Mikael was utterly lost, but did not ask for clarification.
Dane’s anger appeared to drain from him, but he seemed
uncertain what to say or do. He ran his hands through his
hair and breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath. It was
obvious he was working hard to master himself.
“So, you’re a priest?” He said, as if Richard were the only
other person in the room.
“Yes. I take it you’re a tycoon or something,” Richard
answered.
“And we’re both liars,” Dane said, a slight smile beginning
to curl his lip.
“When we need to be, I guess that’s true,” Richard conceded.
“Well, it’s nice to see you again, Richard.” He looked
around the room at the rest of them, now. Then, staring
straight at Nurse Stahl, added, “Although I would have preferred
other circumstances.”
“Mr. Dane, Ms. Stahl called us because she was concerned
about your father, that he might be possessed by a demon,”
Richard interceded. “She did the right thing. He is possessed.
We didn’t do any of this,” he said, waving his hand around
the wreckage of the room. “The evil being resident in your
father did it.”