It was late at night,

super late, dark, night time.

The city was asleep.

All the late night buffets had been closed.

Children all over town had long since been tucked into their beds.

Warned not to get up.

Getting up anyway because they had to go to the bathroom.

Tucked in again, then up again, just to get a drink of water.

Tucked back in.

Then up to the bathroom again, then in the parents bedroom

because they had a bad dream, then needing some water again.

God, I hate kids. But you know who doesn't hate kids? Mike Tanahill, former faith detective

and I was getting closer. I was hot on his trail. I mean, I didn't have any evidence of anything yet.

It just felt right. And when you've been at this game as long as I have, you know deep in your quantum-fueled meat puppet heart.

That one's for you, Simon.

That evidence is for sissies.

And I ain't no sissy.

I'm Rank-Mcatten, faith detective.

Searching for Mike Tanahill, late at night,

like a missionary out way past curfew, one door at a time.

Excuse me sir I know it's late but have you seen this man go to hell

thank you very much, sir. And good day.

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