Alan’s slender fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop. He was silent for half a second before responding with a question rather than an answer, “Sammy, since you’re looking for Little St. John, you’ve probably already read up on his situation beforehand. He doesn’t treat anyone on a whim. What are you prepared to use to convince him?”

That question was a very realistic one indeed. It was not enough just to look for the little saint—he had to be willing to give treatment.

Samantha ...