Darkness had overtaken the streets, and we looked in vain for any sign of the elusive cleric. “Is there a staircase that leads down from the choir loft?” I asked. “Not on that end, Coop.” “Then he must have moved even faster than I thought he was going.” “Or he sprouted wings,” Mike said, exasperated with me. “Let me get this right. You didn’t recognize his face.” “I didn’t really see his face in court this morning.” “But it was well-lit there.” “Yes, but he had on a big pair of sunglasses. I didn’t see any of his features, except that his face was long and angular, and his skin was unusually white with irregular red scabs or something.” “So, you’re giving me a make on a tall, thin guy with a ponytail?” “I told you he was wearing a collar.
