INT. - COLLECTIVE OF ALL SOULS OFFICE - NIGHT

Gideon pulled the top of the heavy tome of the Holy Bible he'd bought at a private market in Marrakesh, fingers lingering over the leather of its cover. The contents he cared nothing about, but the wrapping held great appeal.

Such a clever use of human skin.

Monique quivered next to him, clutching at the gold urn in her hands while the bookcase wall slid apart, revealing the door of his private safe. There were times ...