Michael expelled a breath, then reached for one of the bottles of water that sat in the center console cupholders and took a drink. Then he said, “I assisted with one once. It was…grueling.”
“Did it work?”
“It seemed to, yes. The man I worked with — a Unitarian minister — gave me updates on the subject for a year afterward, said he appeared to have made a complete recovery.”
This revelation comforted Audrey somewhat. If they had to take such a drastic step, Michael had some experience in the matter and wouldn’t be going in completely blind. Spurred on by something he’d said, she asked, “You’re a Unitarian minister, too, right?”
“I was ordained in that church, yes, but I don’t practice.”
Obviously, because instead he was busy giving lectures on the supernatural and chasing down demons.
