Don’t notice me, don’t notice me, I willed as they turned to leave. Either they were focused on other things, or it worked on whatever they were using to detect supernaturals.

I hoped the latter, and then they were gone. I stood up and walked over to William, who was glaring after them.

“Let me guess. They told you you were a failure as a priest and demons got into the church.”

He nodded.

“Demons wouldn’t have needed to use an accelerant. It wasn’t demons and it wasn’t fire giants. Or a magic user of any power.”

“Good point.”

“I honestly think it was kids annoyed about something.”

He smiled wryly, “Or somebody didn’t like one of my sermons.”

I tried not to laugh. I didn’t entirely succeed. “Maybe. Do you need any help here, or should I go see if I can find out who did it?”

“I’m going to call some people in. We’ll get this fixed.”

I nodded. I knew it wasn’t my place, but it would have been rude not to offer. “I want to ask what I came her to ask first. Do you know anything about spirit bombs?”

He frowned. “I’ve heard mention. I know they’re bad news.”

I tugged off my jacket. “This is just the edge of the bad news.”

He frowned even more. “They have them.”
“And they think anything not an angel is a demon.” I let out a breath. “They already destroyed one perfectly innocent spirit. I was tempted to set them on Tyz’vel, then realized I don’t want that to happen even to him.”

“So…”

“I want any notes you have on spirit bombs and who can make them. I want to find their supplier.” I paused. “Also, what’s with the extra arm on the cross.”

“It’s the cross of Lorraine. It’s a Templar symbol.”

I frowned. “But they’re all women.”

“And real Templars wouldn’t use spirit bombs. The other group that uses it is the Crusaders of the Divine Church of Christ, but they don’t look Filipino.”

“Okay…”

He furrowed his brow. “Oh, and Marilyn Manson.”
“They certainly aren’t Satanists, but the single sex thing makes me wonder if they aren’t trying to be female Templars.”

“Maybe.”

I resolved to look the matter up further. “If they are, then maybe we could call in the real thing.”

He shuddered. “Nah. You don’t want to meet those guys. They’re driven.”

I wasn’t at all surprised that they still existed. Or that they were driven. “I’ve probably met worse.”

And I doubted they would care much for wannabes.