Her sins are forgiven her.

“Amen,” Ben murmured, and let out a long breath.

It was after one a.m. on the second week of September when Barbara Clayton cut across the lawn of the Washington Cathedral. The air was warm, the stars brilliant, but she wasn’t in the mood to enjoy it. As she walked she muttered bad-temperedly. She’d give that ferret-faced mechanic an earful in the morning. Fixed the transmission good as new. What a crock. Damn good thing she only had a couple more blocks to walk. Now she’d have to take the bus to work. The ugly, grease-smeared sonofabitch was going to pay. A shooting star exploded and trailed across the sky in a brilliant arch. She never even noticed.

Nor did the man who watched her. He’d known she’d come. Hadn’t he been told to keep watch? Wasn’t his head, even now, almost bursting from the pressure of the Voice? He’d been chosen, given the burden and the glory.

“Dominus vobiscum,” he murmured, then gripped the smooth material of the amice tightly in his hands.

And when his task was complete, he felt the hot rush of power. His loins exploded. His blood sang. He was clean. And so, now, was she. Slowly, gently, he ran his thumb over her forehead, her lips, her heart, in the sign of the cross. He gave her absolution, but quickly. The Voice had warned him there were many who wouldn’t understand the purity of the work he did.

Leaving her body in the shadows, he walked on, eyes bright with the tears of joy and madness.

“The media’s crawling up our backs with this one.” Captain Harris slammed a fist on the newspaper spread over his desk. “The whole goddamn city’s in a panic. When I find out who leaked this priest business to the press…”

He trailed off, drawing himself in. It wasn’t often he came that close to losing control. He might sit behind a desk, but he was a cop, he told himself, a damn good one. A good cop didn’t lose control. To give himself time, he folded the paper, letting his gaze drift over the other cops in the room. Damn good ones, Harris admitted. He wouldn’t have tolerated less.