Kat pulled in behind the Church of the Holy Spirit. It was where they’d all agreed to meet in case anything went wrong. Kat hadn’t wanted to come here, but the others insisted once they knew that George Danton had been to her motel room. Of course this was before they’d learned the church was practically started with money from Mrs D.
She really needed some sleep. A few hours would do it. Kat had never felt this tired before. Actually there were those days after she’d first lost her heart, when even simple things like brushing her teeth had been too much. This was worse than that.
Kat picked up the jar and went round to the front. Her legs felt like lead, she shuffled along like a zombie. The doors were closed but unlocked. With a great deal of effort she pushed on the door, thin slices
