MINA'S HEART JUMPED when the door swung open, banging against the wall. As she stepped back, Jack let go of her wrist, leaving the memory of his fingers on her skin.
Bee stood framed in the doorway, one hand on the doorjamb, the other on her side, the last of the grey daylight silhouetting her figure. Sweat sheened her forehead and a grimace twisted her lips.
"Father," Bee said, her voice raspy. She took a couple of deep, audible breaths, then continued. "Father Pietro."
"What the hell is going on?"
Mina turned to see Dar come out of the dark stairwell, wearing hospital pants and a T-shirt, running his hand through his lopsided mohawk, sections of which stood out at right angles to each other. She'd never seen him so unkempt and dressed down. Her eyebrow arched. As he walked through th
