Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

“Do you want to stay here?” Richard asked Kat.
“Are you fucking nuts?” she belted back.
“Oh, yeah, dude, you should know,” Dylan added. “We
got excommunicated....”
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THE KINGDOM :: 325
Kat drove her own car, and Dylan tuned in KFOG on the
car stereo. “If the world is goin’ down in flames,” he opined,
“we might as well have decent tunes for it.”
She cut due west, up Gilman, toward I-80. Dylan looked
at 924 Gilman in the real world as it whizzed past. “That’s
where Mikael is,” he said, pointing behind them.
“Where? The Gilman? What do you mean?” Kat asked,
concentrating on the road and keeping an eye out for cops.
“Mikael’s at the Friary.”
“No, Ah mean his spirit. He’s at 924 Gilman. It’s okay,
Jaguar is with him.”
Kat felt her eyes moisten and swallowed hard. “We only
had a few hours together, Dylan,” she said. “And I already
know, you know?”
He smiled at her, a sad and sympathetic smile. “Ah do
know. It weren’t like that fer me and Susan, not at all. Ah
had to woo her fer years. But Ah know it happens. And Ah
know he was gaga fer ya.”
She smiled and took comfort in that. She turned left and
gunned it for the freeway onramp.
The drive to Alameda was short and uneventful. The tunnel
was nearly empty, and in what seemed like no time they
were pulling up in front of her brother’s house.
Something in her heart sank when she saw it. An eddy of
grief lapped at her soul, and she shuddered and clutched her
hands into fists against the emotional tide.