I shrug. I don’t want to tell him that Saint James and I are dating again and that he’s probably the one who figured it out and I’m just taking credit.
“It’s the only logical thing.”
“So this isn’t over.”
“This is just getting started.”
Brigitte wobbles by. She’s more than a little drunk. She opens her mouth in exaggerated silent-movie surprise when she sees me. “I couldn’t find you in this madhouse. I heard that you took care of Teddy once and for all.”
I nod.
“He’s dead, burned, and gone. Hallelujah.”
“Thank you,” she says.
She looks at Traven.
“Who is your friend? You haven’t introduced us.”
“This is Father Traven. He saved my ass when we were at Teddy’s. Father Traven, this is Brigitte Bardo.”
He puts out his hand. She smiles at his politeness and how he obviously has no idea who she is.
“Very nice to meet you. Please call me Liam.”
“A father, eh, Liam? I’ve played nuns in many of my movies.”
“Really? You’re an actress. Can I find your movies in stores? I’ve just started watching movies.”
I shake my head at him.
“Stick to musicals and John Wayne for a while. You’re not ready for Brigitte.”
I whisper in Brigitte’s ear.
“Be nice. He was for real. Not one of your Hollywood hoodoo Holy Rollers.”
She touches his arm.
“A past-tense priest? What happened? Did you fall in love with a beautiful woman? A handsome boy?”
“He fell for giant-tentacle bastards from another dimension who want to eat us.”
“They sound charming. You must tell me all about them.”
The father’s eyes shift back and forth between us. I’ve revealed his darkest secret and he’s still standing.
“It’s okay, Father. She’s one of us. She’s probably taken out more monsters than you and me put together.”
I nod at Brigitte.
“Ask him about the Via Dolorosa.”
She smiles brightly.
“The Stations of the Cross? I did a movie about that too.”
“Please tell me about it.”