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years.”
    “And it could end tomorrow.” She sits down on my lap. “Just go down there and look around. If you find anything suspicious, I’ll call up Zeke and get you some help.”
    I wrap my arms around her, kissing her gently on her lips. “Don’t want to join me this time?” I flash a grin.
    “I had enough adventure last time.”
    I let out a loud laugh, which draws a frown from Sara. She knows I’m just messing with her, but I am glad she doesn’t want to go. “Are we going to keep this up, or are you going to let me go grab a few things?”
    She gives me one last kiss and gets off of my lap. I was half hoping she stayed there a while longer. Oh well, there will be plenty of time for that after I find this amulet.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    -6-
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I pull up on the parking lot. They built the Amhurst Cathedral about thirty years ago as a safe place to perform exorcisms. At some point the church decided they needed to stop sending priests in for house calls. It probably had something to do with the damage an exorcism usually causes. I’ve seen a few in my time and can tell you that it makes Eunie look like a softy.
    The front of the cathedral is eerily quiet. I’m not sure what I expected, but I was certain that there would be someone crazy enough to use the place as a safe house. If the survivors knew what was really out there you could make a fortune just whoring out parking spaces.
    As I approach the door I look around for signs of traps. I may not have seen any cars, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t people holing up on the inside. Reaching for the door, I give it a slight twist to see if it is locked. Many churches like this were open all of the time, when the handle turns completely I know that the policy has not changed. I take a deep breath and pull the door open.
    The smell of mildew hits me as the air from the inside looks for an escape. Any concerns about people holing up in here dissipates as I notice the massive hole in the ceiling. It is hard to tell how long it has been like this, but the mold on the pews tells me it has been a few weeks at least.
    I walk closer to the doorway and look around a bit more. When this place opened, they boasted about the wards that were placed as you enter the church. The hope was that they could expel any hitchhiking demons before they got into the church. I know the devil’s trap didn’t work on me in the warehouse, but this should be higher level work. The only glimmer of hope that I have is that Eunie is not freaking out at the moment. He has a danger sense that would make Spiderman jealous.
    Fuck it. If he is calm, I should be too. Being calm doesn’t mean I can’t be scared shitless, so I hold my breath as I enter the room.
    One step.
    Two steps.
    After five steps I release my breath, only to wish I didn’t have to as the smell is much worse in here than it is outside. Looking around I can see a layer of mold that covers most of the pews. Normally I am a fan of taking the direct path, but I decide to make my way to the stage by walking along the walls. The last thing I want to do is slip and fall in that shit.
    Luckily the stage has been spared from the mold and mildew that covers the rest of the room. I make my way up to the pulpit and start to look around. Besides a bible and a few notes from the last sermon, there is nothing worth taking here. Turning around I walk to a door that is situated behind a large brass crucifix at the back of the room.
    If I had to guess, this is the room where the priest of the week would prepare for the day’s sermon. They would have had one priest handle the majority of the sermons, but the nature of the building brought some of the highest ranking priests around the world. Ironically, the world went to shit the week that the Pope was supposed to arrive.
    I pull out my flashlight and open the door. The room would be pristine if it wasn’t for the layer of dust covering everything. The smell of