Of course, I’d left one loose end. I’d left the angels to clean up the witches, but that clean up probably hadn’t included whoever made the spirit bombs.

Almost certainly hadn’t, in fact.

He or she was still out there, still messing with this stuff. Still causing trouble with it, in fact. The kind of trouble that I didn’t want to deal with.

I wanted to tie off that particular loose end, but I knew who I needed to ask about it. Which was what found me, once more, in Father William’s church.

“I’m spending so much time here I’m going to be accused of defecting,” I grumbled.

The angel stepped around from behind the altar. “Not possible.”

“You seem in a better mood,” I noted. “Was that a good workout?”

He blinked slowly. Then he laughed. “How like an Asgardian.”

“Thinking of fighting as a good workout?” Now I thought about it, it was rather a trait. “You still look in a better mood.”
“I was able to save some of them.”

I nodded. “As in, you managed to get them to see they were being idiots?”

He tilted his head, then nodded firmly. “That was the point.”

It was something I couldn’t have done. It was something he definitely had the, well, skills and position for. They couldn’t argue he was a demon. “Have you tried that on the person making the bombs?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, she’s rather more stubborn.”

“She? I rather thought it was a priest.”
“No. A sister.”

“If I promise not to kill her, will you tell me where she is? We can try some other forms of persuasion.” I paused. “Okay. Kill or do permanent damage.”

“She probably would just set a bomb off if you tried. Unless…”

“I was thinking…no.” I furrowed my brow. “Why didn’t you talking to her work?”

“She tried to argue I was a demon in disguise.”

“Then…how about we send somebody who’s mortal to all of her senses and whom she’s obligated to respect?” I pointed to the vestry.

“Who do you think I’m waiting for?”

I laughed. “You aren’t nearly as stuck up as I thought.”

“I have to be careful. Fraternizing with members of other pantheons.”

“I understand that. But you already said defecting is impossible and I’m not here collecting souls. I wouldn’t know what to do with them.”

He laughed again. At that point, though, Father Will stepped out of the vestry.