The Homewreck, part 2

Peter appeared next, and he seemed to be either utterly drunk or ****.

Having barely parked the car, he staggered like a zombie towards the house. Seeing how his daughter serves a neighbor, he only waved his hand in greeting and almost fell on the steps, staggering to the door.

He try ing to open it for a good five minutes.

Laura, could not stand it and made a facepalm. She felt sorry for Peter, but what she saw was not pitiful, but pathetic.

Laura could not identify the next character until the inquisitor himself suggested the answer to her: A fat women on short legs, with liquid hairs on an eczema-covered head, with two hot dogs in two hands, ridiculously short and fat handles, barely hobbled to the porch.

"I'm afraid it's Kelly," Richard muttered thoughtfully.

"Yes, it shouldn't be... However, yes... Witchcraft.... Will we be able to disenchant her?"

"I can't promise, but I'll do my best... Except for one thing..." the inquisitor said thoughtfully.

"...Even for that, we won't let the witch go alive!" - with reinforced concrete confidence, Laura finished the thought for him - "If you let her go, she can break or completely destroy the lives of dozens of innocent people. This is unacceptable."

The look of the inquisitor repaid her for all the pain of that decision. For the first time, she could confidently say that she saw something more than his usual warmth and kindness in that look.

"Yes. We have to kill the witch, no matter the cost. Bow your head, by the way."

Laura bowed her head before Richard without a moment's hesitation. And she felt that he was putting some kind of chain on her, and a fraction of a second later she saw a small but very heavy crucifix swinging in front of her. Without saying a word, she put it under her blouse (on the way they looked into the shopping center, and Laura was able to buy herself normal clothes worthy of a self-respecting woman, paying for purchases with a church card. Somehow in the curia they will be surprised at the receipt for a branded blouse, long skirt, several pairs of underwear, a jacket... It would be easier to say that a sort of Agent Scully eventually came out of the dressing room. , very sexualized version of Agent Scully that even a strict, formal suit could not hide) and looked at the inquisitor questioningly.

"This is a platinum cross, over which he prayed for protection - the Pope himself. A container containing real wood chips from the Holy and True Cross is hidden in platinum. And one thread from the Shroud. There is no sorcerer in the world who could cast a spell on you while on you this cross. And there is no sorcerer in the world who sold his soul to Satan, who could survive the direct touch of this cross to his skin. A direct ticket to Hell, to the hottest cauldron of his Lord"

Laura felt the warmth of the metal crucifix on her skin. Not the heat that burns the skin, but the warmth of mother's hands, the lips of a beloved man, the hugs of children... All the most beautiful warmth in the world.

At this time, the monitor beeped, indicating that the sensors recorded the next family member.

She was on the screen. Witch. Camilla.

Camille looked very nervous, looked around, once even stared at the sky with a squint, right at the camera, however, it did not seem that she could see anything. However, her supernatural instincts clearly indicated that she was being followed.

As soon as the witch disappeared into the house, the inquisitor played a staccato on the keyboard of the drone console. The drone made a dashing turn, sharply losing altitude and entering the direct direction of the attack towards the house. Then several smoke trails escaped from under its wings, which, without explosions, lay around the house.

The Inquisitor was already in the driver's seat. The minivan roared its boosted engine and sped forward. At this time, Laura, still watching the screen, saw Camille running out of the house, trying to run to the gate, but hitting an invisible wall with all her might. The blow was so strong that the witch was thrown a couple of meters. Swaying, but resolutely, she rushed back into the house. Strange, unnatural lights flickered around the perimeter.