Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 377
“Wouldn’t miss it,” he said, taking her coat. “I’ll be bringing
petits fours.”
“God! Can you get any more gay than that? A sack of
cookies would do the job.”
She gave Dylan a kiss and began to unpack her skrying
materials from the old bowling bag.
“Where’s Dicky?” She asked.
Dylan wasn’t sure how much he should say. He just stared
at her for a moment. She cocked an eyebrow at him. Finally,
he said, “He’s delivering the package. The one we’re skrying
on.”
She nodded. Dylan knew she was kind and sensitive,
regardless of her gruff persona. He knew that she knew that
there was more to it.
“Uh-huh,” she said. “So I hope you guys aren’t planning
to make anything else disappear.”
“We didn’t make the avocados disappear,” protested
Terry, coming into the room from the kitchen. “or the dogs.
We’ve been trying to stop it.” He put his arm around Brian
and gave him a wet kiss full on the lips. “We did stop it.”
Just then, a pounding erupted from the ceiling. The thud
came again and again, accompanied by piercing female
shrieking. A small cloud of plaster dust wafted through the
air of the chapel. “Either you’ve got an exorcism going on
upstairs,” Astrid said, wiping the altar clean of plaster dust
and carefully placing the skrying stone, “or some lucky
wench is getting some.”
“Mikael and Kat are...making up for lost time,” Dylan
explained.
“Did I hear the door?” Susan came out of the kitchen, rubbing
lotion into her hands. “Oh, hello, Astrid. I’m so glad
you could come on such short notice.”
“After what I saw last time? I wouldn’t miss it.” She pulled
the light black blanket out of the bowling bag and draped it
over her shoulders.