Chapter Twenty-Five
Jay stepped from the taxi and into a long line of people wrapped in winter coats and darkness. The line disappeared through the front of a triple-domed white cathedral.
‘Your party’s in a church?’ he said.
‘Our party is held in a crypt beneath the cathedral, yes.’ Birute raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you scared of crypts?’
Jay shrugged. ‘They’re all right, I guess.’
At the front of the line, guards were scanning the entrants for weapons. If Jay was going in there, he’d need to cache his pistol, and there didn’t seem too many places to do that.
‘Come with me.’ Birute lit a cigarette she’d rolled earlier. ‘We don’t need to line up.’
She walked around the line, to one side of the cathedral. Nojus and Sol followed, and Jay hung back a few paces while he pulled a cigarette
