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The alley echoed the dull thud as Michael banged on the steel door. He paused and waited a moment. No answer. With a scowl he pounded again.
There was an intercom and buzzer mounted on the wall next to the door. He had tried that several times. When he received no answer, he had resorted to banging on the thick steel plate that covered the entrance.
Michael scowled again. It was past one in the afternoon. Silas should have just been getting up. Even with one of his rare epic hangovers, he should have heard the buzzer or the pounding. There was just one explanation. He wasn’t home, which was odd; Silas was rarely out and about before noon.
The alley that housed the entrance to Silas' home was next to Father Deluca's church. In fact, most of the basement had been converted
