It lifted up to the sky with two low wings fanning out to either side, its diamond-paned windows picking up what little light they could and gleaming like coyote eyeshine in the dimming day. It looked to Maryse like the most dignified of institutions, and also the most Catholic, though that was a bit unlikely in this part of the country. It did not look like the sort of place that would call for a night of entertainment from an occultist and his exotic assistant, or perhaps it looked exactly like that. Maryse wasn’t sure, and she didn’t need to be, as long as they were paid.
