Chapter 134

INT. - ST. MARY'S UNDERCROFT - AFTERNOON

Gerri toed the hiding place behind the furnace where Sommers kept the masks and his stash of drugs. Binks had already taken the vials away, but she had no doubt they'd come back as GHB or some other version of a date rape drug, dosed down for children.

She still felt sick. He'd had the run of the church, easy access to the kids while they worked around the cathedral. And though part of her wanted to blame Father Harry for not keeping a closer eye on them, she understood. He wanted them to feel empowered, confident, able to work on their own. And, had it not been for Sommers, he would have succeeded.

She knelt, gloved hands lifting the black book from the box the custodian used as a bench. She didn't know the language, but could guess, especially from the inscription.

Gage,

Father loves you and always will. Take strength from the language of the Lord.

Harry.