Chapter 80
John closed the door to the tiny sitting room across the hall, barely large enough for two wingback chairs and a sofa, all covered in outdated velvety fabric that had to be older than he was. Books that looked even more musty and ancient crowded into every shelf and space rather than trinkets or paintings.
Not exactly a space for public or polite company, unlike the updated parlor and rooms in the front of the house, all decorated enough to leave John tense from the clutter.
A forgotten, disregarded space. Perfect for this meeting in every way.
He decided not to lock the door after all. He might need a quick exit if things got out of hand.
The priest stood in front of the cold, small fireplace with his arms crossed and an amused smirk on his face.
John put the memory of Br
