It was probably a sin, Don thought guiltily a week later, to allow his attention to wander when the preacher got a little long-winded. But looking around at the glazed eyes of the rest of the congregation, it seemed he had plenty of company in his transgressions. Will Baldwin was a bible-thumper of the old school, bless him, who thought that if a point was worth making it was worth making several times over.
Don found his mind straying in a predictable direction. Was it more of a sin if instead of concentrating on the preacher’s words, you were thinking of a demon? He hadn’t seen Michael since the previous Sunday, having forced himself all week to respect the man’s wish to be left alone. Don hadn’t even reported him for not turning up to his Monday appointment. Don’s colleagues would be h
