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his long fingers in reproach-"it would have been nice if you had dropped by to see me before you vanished. I was somewhat worried about you."
    Brennan smiled with little humor. "Sorry, Father. I told Tachyon my plans, trusting he'd pass the word to those who cared. I hadn't figured on ever returning to the city, but recent events have made me change my mind."
    Father Squid looked troubled. "I can guess. The death of Chrysalis. I knew that you two were ... close... at one time."
    "The police say I killed her."
    "Yes, I'd heard."
    "And not believed?"
    Father Squid shook his head. "No, my son. You would never have killed Chrysalis. While I can't say that I approve of some of the things you've done, only he who is without sin should cast the first stone, and I'm afraid that the antics of a far from unblemished youth have left me unable to claim spiritual purity." Father Squid sighed. "Chrysalis, poor girl, was a sad soul searching for salvation. I hope that now she has at least found peace."
    "I hope so, too," Brennan said. "And I'll find her killer."
    "The police--" Father Squid began.
    "Think I did it."
    The priest shrugged massive shoulders. "Perhaps. Perhaps for now they are grasping at straws, but will eventually set their feet upon the proper path. I'll not deny you my help if you are determined to proceed on your own. If, that is, I know anything of value." He rubbed the spot where his nasal tentacles gathered. "Although I cannot conceive what I would know that would be useful in tracking her killer."
    "Maybe you can help me find someone who does know something."
    "Who?"
    "Sascha. He does belong to your church, doesn't he?"
    "Sascha Starfin is a faithful churchgoer," the priest said, "though, upon thinking about it, it has been quite a while since he's partaken of Communion."
    "He's disappeared," Brennan said, more concerned with tracking down Sascha's body than with the state of his soul. "You know that he lived at the Palace. I think he's gone into hiding because he witnessed the murder."
    Father Squid nodded. "That may be. Have you tried his mother's apartment?"
    "No," Brennan said. "Where is it?"
    "The Russian section of Brighton Beach," Father Squid said, giving specifics.
    "Thanks. You've been a big help." Brennan rose to leave, then hesitated and turned back to the priest. "One last thing. Do you know where Quasiman was early this morning?"
    Father Squid looked solemnly at Brennan. "Surely you don't suspect him? He has the gentlest of souls."
    "And very strong hands."
    Father Squid nodded. "That is true. But you can take his name off your list of suspects. As you may know, it has become something of a nat fad to acquire joker remains-bodies, skeletons, what have you-as conversation pieces. Quasiman was guarding our cemetery last night. At least I hope he was. He forgets things, you know"
    "I've heard. Was he there all night?"
    "All night."
    "Alone?"
    Father Squid hesitated a beat. "Well, yes." Brennan nodded. "Thanks again."
    Father Squid raised his hand in benediction. "God go with you. I shall say a prayer for you. And," he added quietly as Brennan left, "for Chrysalis's murderer. With you on his trail, he shall certainly need someone to pray for the repose of his soul."

    7:00 P.M.
    A small crowd had gathered on the sidewalks outside the Crystal Palace, and four police cruisers were parked out in front, a fifth by the alley in back.
    As Jay climbed out of the cab, he recognized Maseryk standing beside one of the cop cars, talking on the police radio. The building was sealed off. The steps up to the main entrance had been blocked with sawhorses, and a yellow crime-scene banner was draped across the door. There were lights in the third-floor windows. He figured they were giving her private rooms a real good hard look. A couple of uniforms prowled through the rubble-strewn lot next door, shining flashlights into holes, looking for God knows what.
    The gawkers watched everything with interest, muttering to each other