INT. - ST. MARY'S UNDERCROFT - MORNING

Kinsey sat, hands folded on her knees to keep them from shaking, in the quiet, sun-filled kid's room in the basement of the cathedral while Gerri paced one end of the space like a caged tiger. Kinsey knew how she felt, would have loved to mimic her actions. But one of them showing outward agitation was bad enough. She was far too in tune with the unhappy vibe from the gathering of girls and boys to add to it.

Bishop Harrow stood at ...