Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

134 :: JOHN R. MABRY
“What any Bishop worth his salt would do in my position,”
Mellert said. “Pray.”
Tom turned the FedEx package over, and in a moment of
clarity, took note of the sender. Committing it to memory, he
handed the envelope back to Mellert.
“That sounds like an excellent plan,” he said.
:: 27 ::
“Who the hell was that?” asked Terry.
“Ah didn’t recognize ’im,” Dylan offered. “Did any of
ya’ll?” No one had. The voice had been low, gruff, and hard.
“I don’t think we can waste any time,” Richard
announced. “I’m not going to believe that Mikael is dead
until I see it. Until then, we have one lead. Let’s follow it up.”
“What do you propose?” asked Terry.
“I say we go to this address, knock on the door, and ask
for our friar back,” Richard answered testily.
“It’s not a subtle plan,” noted Terry.
“Fuck subtle. For all we know, Mikael’s in danger. Even if
he hasn’t been physically harmed, he’s probably not in a
warded environment, which means that whatever happened
to Kat’s brother—”
“Is happening to him,” finished Kat. “Oh, God!”
“Dylan, Terry, let’s go,” said Richard, grabbing a coat.
Dylan gave Susan a peck and in moments the friars were
winding their way through the Berkeley neighborhoods
towards the I-80. It was a grim and quiet ride, but it passed
quickly and within three-quarters of an hour they were
pulling into the lower Haight.
Terry looked up from the address on the scrap of paper.
“2620...” he mused aloud. “Next block.” Dylan drove slow-