Carnal Sin (5 page)

"It has to be a tattoo," Don said. "Identical birthmarks? Unlikely."

Damn near impossible. She showed him the backside of her camera and flipped through photos until she came to the digital copy of the birthmark she'd taken before "the brain" was sent for cremation. "See?" She put the camera next to the corpse's body.

The supervising pathologist frowned. "Test it for ink."

"Been there, done that."

He glanced at her sharply. "Why? It's not protocol."

"Remember that memo we got two weeks ago?"

"You'll need to be more specific, Ms. Archer."

She inwardly cringed at his irritated tone. "From the Santa Louisa Coroner's Office. To contact them if a body came through with an unusual birthmark. They attached a photo."

"That wasn't the same image."

Not
exactly
, but to Fern it was just too weird. And the fact that Don had remembered it without prompting told her that he also thought the whole thing was bizarre. "Have you ever seen a birthmark that looked like this? Even a little bit?" She looked at him with what her daddy called her
Yes, Fern, anything you want
gaze. "Do you want to call Santa Louisa or should I?"

He shook his head, and she thought she was going to have to dig in her heels. She didn't want to go above Don--she didn't know if she would--she just wanted him to let her run with it. It seemed important to her.

"Go ahead," he finally said, "but we have bodies stacking up in the crypt, so put the camera away and get back to work as soon as you hang up the phone."

THREE

Rafe hadn't heard Moira laugh often enough in the two weeks he'd known her, so when she entered laughing through the sliding glass doors into the kitchen, he turned with a smile.

He froze when he saw Rico Cortese running two steps behind her.

"Beat you!" Moira exclaimed as she stepped across the threshold.

"You cheated," Rico said, his voice serious but his eyes not quite as hardened as Rafe remembered. Rico smiled--actually
smiled
--at Moira.

"Yes I did, and I won." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you didn't catch on, considering I simply used one of your own tricks on you."

"I didn't teach you that particular maneuver."

She shrugged. "I improvised." She winked at Rafe. "Victory is
so
sweet. I'm going to shower and then--"

Anthony stepped into the kitchen and told Moira, "You're late." He then spotted Rico. For a moment he seemed perplexed that Moira and Rico had come in together; then he said, "Rico--good to see you again."

"We have some time," Rico said. "I had a stop to make."

Behind Anthony, Skye entered the room. Anthony's girlfriend was pretty in a no-nonsense kind of way--long blond hair pulled loosely back, tall and athletic, with sharp green eyes that seemed to see more than what was in front of her. She said, "So you're the infamous Rico Cortese."

"Very pleased to meet you, Sheriff." Rico extended his hand.

Rafe resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew what Rico was thinking--that Skye McPherson was distracting Anthony from his duty. Rico had long advocated that Olivet's demon hunters shun personal relationships, even though they'd never taken a vow of celibacy. That Anthony was living "in sin" with the sheriff must irk Rico, even though Anthony wasn't a hunter.

Anthony said, "May I get you some coffee? Water?"

Moira said, "Water would be great, thanks, Anthony." She smiled widely though her eyes were cold, knowing Anthony had addressed Rico.

Anthony opened his mouth, then closed it. The animosity between the two had grown even though they'd successfully worked together to trap the demon Envy two weeks ago. The tension grated on all of them, but Rafe didn't know how to get Anthony to lighten up on Moira--or how to suggest to Moira that she not push his buttons all the time.

"Right." Moira pointed a finger at Anthony. "I'll get it myself." She crossed to the refrigerator and took out two water bottles. She tossed one to Rico without looking and the trainer caught it with ease, his reflexes almost feline. There was an easy camaraderie between Rico and Moira, which got under Rafe's skin. He averted his eyes, kept his face impassive. The fact that Rico had trained Moira, and befriended her, didn't change the depth or complexity of Rafe's relationship with her. Given their past, it was natural that Rico and Moira had gotten close.

How close?

"I'll be back in ten minutes," Moira said, leaving the room.

Rafe leaned against the counter.

Rico stared pointedly at Rafe, putting him even more on edge. "Raphael. I see you've returned to the land of the living."

Rafe gave a nod. "You haven't changed."

"You have."

Rico's style was cool and hard to read. His comment was full of double meaning.

Rafe had fought his own battles with Rico over the years. Some might chalk it up to a difference in opinion, like Anthony, who had worked with both of them and had respect for each man. But Rafe knew how his former trainer thought: as far as Rico was concerned, those who died in the battle against evil were martyrs, heroes, saints. Rico trained his men--and Moira--well, but in the end, they all knew they would die fighting.

There were no old men who'd graduated from Olivet. That Moira was one of Rico's hunters increasingly bothered Rafe.

Skye broke the awkward silence. "Will you be staying the night?" she asked Rico.

He shook his head. "The sooner I transport the demon to Olivet, the better for everyone."

Rafe watched Skye assess the situation as any experienced cop would. He wondered what she thought of Rico.

"Why are you moving it in the first place?" Skye asked. "Not that I'm complaining--I'd rather have the creature as far from Santa Louisa as possible. But Anthony said the vault at St. Francis is strong enough to hold it."

Rico nodded. "It is. But Olivet's facilities are far more extensive and better equipped to contain the demon. And we have guards. Father Isaac at St. Francis is devout and capable, but his age makes him vulnerable. I want to minimize his risk."

"And what are you going to do once you get it there?" Skye asked.

"Keep it restrained until we find out how to send it back to Hell. Or kill it."

"Demons can't be killed," Anthony said.

"We can't be certain of that. Based on the evidence I've seen, Moira killed the demon that imprisoned Raphael. We're exploring every possible solution to this crisis. We have no choice. The last time the Seven reigned on Earth, virtually every man involved in banishing them back to the underworld died."

Skye tensed. "This has happened before?"

Anthony said, "Nearly a thousand years ago. It's documented in the
Book of the Unknown Martyr
Father Philip brought with him before--"

Anthony paused. Father's death had been hard on him. As hard on him as on Moira. And still, Rafe realized, Anthony wouldn't talk to Moira about it.

Rico said, "In the Martyr's book, there is a lot written about the
Conoscenza
. We also know from the Unknown Martyr that his battle was not the first. This has all happened before and it will continue to happen until the
Conoscenza
is destroyed. In this age, we can't afford to lose everyone. This is but one battle in a war that will last until the end-time."

And that, Rafe realized, was the truth that unified them. St. Michael's Order was founded on the core principle that inaction in the face of evil was the greatest sin.

"How did they do it a thousand years ago?" Skye asked. "They had to have been successful."

"They were. They sent the Seven back to Hell. But we don't know how, because everyone involved died in the process. The book ends with only an incomplete plan. We don't know what they did, only that they believed they could destroy the
Conoscenza
with fire. Yet, it resurfaced twice in the last eight hundred years, and each time was allegedly burned. And it still survived."

"It sounds impossible," Skye whispered.

"The
Conoscenza
is written by demons with demon blood, on paper made from human remains," Rico said matter-of-factly.

Skye paled, and Rafe wanted to shake some compassion into Rico.

Rico continued, "I read your report, Anthony, and Moira's." He turned to Rafe. "I didn't get one from you."

Rafe looked Rico in the eye. "I didn't realize I answered to you."

Rico said, "It would be helpful to know from your point of view what happened at the Mission last November. Your recovery is very important to St. Michael's, as is anything you remember during your coma, and upon waking."

Skye straightened her back, and Rafe wondered whether she'd known Anthony had sent Rico her police reports. Rafe wondered if they were public.

To Rico, he said, "You know what happened."

"I still have questions."

"Then ask them."

His refusal to bow down to Saint Rico irritated the trainer, though he hid it well. Rafe suppressed a grin. The man needed to be taken down a notch. He wasn't a saint yet.

Rico said, "We'll get to that later. Anthony, I have an assignment for you."

"Of course. What do you need?" Anthony sat at the table and the others followed his lead.

"We have battles all over the world," Rico said. "Our Order is spread thin. Losing Father Philip was a severe blow--he was our spiritual center. He was our advocate. He was the reason the Order had quiet sanction from the Vatican to continue our thousand-year mission. I went to the sanctuary in Italy to solidify our position and ensure that we wouldn't have to go underground, as the Order has had to do from time to time. That's when I convinced Dr. Lieber to meet with you."

Anthony said, "That's good news. I've been trying to reach him for the last two weeks. But I haven't heard that St. Michael's is worried about going into hiding. Has something changed?"

"For now, nothing. But make no mistake about it: we have been put on notice. We must be discreet. We must be swift. This age--with the Internet and instant information, instant news--it both helps us tremendously and severely threatens us."

Moira returned, her dark hair wet from her shower. She'd pulled it into a tight ponytail, water still dripping down her back, her black high-necked shirt molding to her skin. She didn't sit with them at the table, but perched on the edge of the buffet--both physically above the men and separated from them. Rafe wished she'd join them, and hoped she didn't think that because she was the only female hunter she didn't have equal say, or because Anthony dismissed her that she wasn't part of the group. But he realized that Moira had the best vantage point. She could see everyone at once.

Moira said, "Speaking of the Internet, I've been monitoring the message boards and there's been increased chatter about paranormal activities. Most are garbage, but I've been following up on a few. In fact, I was planning on heading to San Francisco to check out a coven that may have been connected to Walker while he was up there."

Rafe stiffened and Anthony glared at her. They hadn't known she was planning a trip. There was no way Rafe was letting Moira run off on her own. He had confidence she could handle most anything that came her way--she was unusually resourceful--but she was still threatened by Fiona O'Donnell and Matthew Walker, who had nearly killed her.

Rico said, "The situation has changed. No one goes on any assignment alone. And right now, I don't have anyone to spare, especially with Anthony's trip to Italy."

"What?" Anthony asked.

"I told you that Dr. Lieber has agreed to meet with you. John is driving him from Switzerland as we speak. You'll meet him at St. Michael's."

"With all due respect, Rico, I have a lot of work to do here."

"Dr. Lieber takes precedence. He refuses to fly, and will speak only with you. There's no other option."

Moira said, "I can still check out the situation in San Francisco. I don't need backup--I've been on my own for the last seven years, and a few days by myself isn't going to kill me."

"I'll go with you," Rafe said.

"We will discuss it later," Rico said in such a tone that Rafe knew he'd never consider sending Rafe with Moira. Was it because he didn't trust him? Because Rafe hadn't finished the training at Olivet? Or because Rico just didn't like him? The feeling was mutual.

Rico continued, "Ensuring that the demon you captured is secure is our number one priority, followed by Anthony's trip to Italy. Dr. Lieber is a brilliant man, if extremely paranoid, and while I don't think he
knows
the answers, I believe he has information that could lead us to the solution on how to send the Seven Deadly Sins back where they belong."

"How long will he be gone?" Skye asked. She was trying to sound nonchalant, but Rafe sensed she was upset about Anthony leaving.

"Two or three days. I don't want him away from Santa Louisa too long. We've decided that the Santa Louisa mission is, for now, one of our most important bases. We must continue rebuilding. We need a place for our people to regroup. We've lost many in the battle. And many like Father Isaac, who've provided sanctuary in the States, have grown fearful in the face of threats and adversity. Some of our allies have closed their doors to us."

Moira said, "What do you expect? They don't see the point of fighting when they think they just have to be good little children, and when the end comes they worry about their own souls and no one else!"

"Moira!" Anthony said harshly. "That's enough."

Rafe leaned forward and said softly, "She's right and you know it."

If Rico noticed the friction, he said nothing, commenting instead on the state of the mission. "I've been authorized to provide any resources necessary to restore the mission as quickly as possible, and Anthony is the best to oversee the project."

"So Anthony is going to Italy," Moira said, "and you're taking the demon to Olivet. What do Rafe and I do? Sit around and twiddle our thumbs?"

Rico said, "You will continue to do what you need to do."

"Can you be a little more vague?" Rafe said.

"Raphael, we need to find out exactly what happened to you during your coma, or you could be a risk to all of us."

Rafe slowly rose from his seat. "I am not a risk."

"That's not what he meant," Moira intervened. "Rico."

"But that
is
what I meant," Rico said flatly. "I appreciate loyalty, but for ten weeks the coven had Rafe under their thumb. We don't know what they did to him, and we need to know. I have every available man searching for members of Fiona's coven. Any luck with Richard Bertram?"

Skye said, "I'm still working on a subpoena for destroying Rafe's medical records, but Bertram claims it was an accident."

Rico dismissed her legal authority, and Rafe saw it irritated the sheriff. Rico said, "Make no mistake: our primary responsibility is to capture the Seven before we lose more lives. And second? Find and destroy the
Conoscenza."
He looked at Moira. Something crossed his face, but when Rafe tried to figure out what had disturbed Rico, the trainer's cold, blank expression returned.

For a split second, Rafe thought Rico had looked scared.

"That's my job," Moira said lightly, belying the seriousness of the conversation.

"Yes it is," Rico said softly.

Something was wrong, and it bothered Rafe that he couldn't put his finger on it. It had to do with Moira, and by extension her safety. He would damn well figure out what was going on.

Skye's phone vibrated on the table, and she grabbed it up and excused herself, walking outside onto the deck.