CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
After a while, the feeling of exhaustion had become just a minor irritation to Mackenzie. She now felt a lack of sleep in the same way some people dealt with a bothersome headache that came and went from time to time. When she and Ellington pulled into the rear parking lot of St. Peter’s Cathedral, it was 6:20 a.m. and Mackenzie had enjoyed about six total hours of sleep in the past thirty-six hours. She’d suffered through worse, but the jet lag made it even worse than normal.
The scene waiting for them behind the church was surreal. The first thing she noticed was a large black canopy that stretched from the wall of the church, stretching about three feet out into the parking lot. It stood about twelve feet tall, draped outward like some weird demonic Halloween decora
