“You weren’t specific in your request.” The happy blond beams like a kid at Christmas as he pulls both men toward us. “So I got you one Orthodox and one Catholic. Az’s is Protestant. Now you have one of each. Take your pick.” “Jesus fuck.” Kai sighs next to me and squeezes the bridge of his nose. “That’s not a priest, Belov.” “What?” “This one”—Kai gestures at the first guy pulled out of the SUV—“in the black gown . . . He’s a fucking JUDGE!”
