The last place Marko would ever have expected to meet the devil was in Saint Ronan’s Church. Even the New York police seemed forbidden to enter into its austere and mystical quarters, if their intention was to take him into custody; but an agent of pure evil, of course, would not be so hindered. And evildoers, he was stunned to learn, wanted him, too — more than the police did.
He kept to the far wall as he approached Saint Ronan’s confessional booth. It seemed the logical hiding spot, like the one he had once used to elude would-be captors in Seville. The deep voice of Father Starrett…
