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I take the four hour drive outside the city. Tall buildings give way to pleasant suburbs, and then a majestic forests. I pull into the retreat and it’s little more than an oversized log cabin.

Several Angels are in prayer out front. I stand by them and wait patiently for them to finish.

Eventually one looks up at me.

“Hello, I’m Jenna Pearson. I’m looking for Wanda.”

The white robes man points down a dirt road. I head that way. After about a quarter mile I notice a figure coming toward me.

As it gets closer I realize it is a woman. As I get closer, see her blond hair and feminine curves. Indeed, Angel does not allow sexulity to show in his followers. Wanda seems to be pushing the limits of that.

“Ms. Gladstone?”

She nods.

“I’m Jenna Pearson, a Blue. I’m looking into the **** of Hal Fargas. You met him at The Holy Host.”

“And behold, a woman comes to meet him, Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart.”

I frown. Is she calling herself a whore? Was Hal meeting a whore? Questioning an Angel was frustrating.

“What else can you tell me Ms. Gladstone?”

She smiles at me hungrily and something feels off about her. On a hunch I flick open a rarely used app on my phone and hit start.

“I have a safe resting-place for my feet; I will give praise to the Lord in the meetings of the people.”

She beckons me to follow her. I pause. I’d like to analyze the data I took…