“Spay. That’s an interesting way to put it. I still don’t know what this Mushroom Cult is. You have other people helping you?”
“People is a very loose term. But, yes, something like that. They’re the true definition of yin and yang. Vaudeville assassins and porcelain angels, all wrapped into one. I like to think of them as born-again apostles. Their godless selves have been exorcised, and they’re resurrected as pure servants.”
“Where do they come from?”
“They’ve been recycled. From the streets.”
“Are you saying they’re your victims? That you bring them back to life?”
“They certainly aren’t victims, Smith. How could someone be a defiler and a victim at the same time? Society is the victim. And I don’t bring them back. The vultures do.”
A cold shiver snaked its way down Smith’s spine.
